Date: Thu, 23 Aug 2012 10:13:31 +0100 (BST)
From: penny cox <pennycox694@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: The Paper Round

You weren't supposed to get a paper round until you were 13, but Mum fixed
it for me to start at 12. She took me along to the shop one afternoon to
meet Stan, the owner. I was introduced to a plump, scruffy middle-aged man
and told him my name, Peter. My mum left and went home, and Stan showed me
round the shop. He showed me into a large room at the back, where the
papers were put together for each round, and the boys just had to call in
and collect them. It seemd a bit odd, but Stan slipped his arm around my
shoulder several times as we went round the shop. One of the teachers at
school was doing the same, and I quite liked it, so I didn't mine Stan
cuddling me now and again. He was wearing some baggy jogging bottoms and a
tee shirt that rode up and exposed his fat belly, when he reached up for
anything. "You can arrive antime after 6.00" Stan said "Your papers will be
ready for you in the back room, ok"? I nodded. "You won't let me down will
you"? he said, pulling me to him, with his arms around me. "No" I said with
my face buried in his tee shirt. "Are you sure"? he asked, pulling me to
him harder. As I tried to say "I'll be here on time" I felt his cock being
pressed against me. As one of my teachers was doing the same, I didn't
think anything more about it.

At 6.00 the next morning, I arrived at the shop. There was only Stan
there. "Oh you're early Peter, come on in. Oh I like you in those shorts".
he said. As it was a warm morning, I'd decided to wear my gym shorts, and
obeying the school rules, had no underpants on underneath. "You're the
first today Peter, come into the back room and see what I've done" I nodded
and followed him. He had different jog bottoms on today and a normal
shirt. Once throught the doorway and out of sight from the shop, his arm
slipped sround me again. "This is your round Peter, nunber 6". I looked
down at the neat line of papers." Just slip them into the paper bag and off
you go" I bent down to ease the papers into the bag, when I felt his hand
on my bottom. I stayed there for some time, as the papers slipped into the
bag, along with the round card telling me which paper went to which
address. His hand felt nice, gently resting on one bottom cheek. "I like
having young boys around me Peter" he said as he started to carress my
bottom. "You're not wearing any underpants, are you"? he asked. As I shook
my head I heard him whisper " That's good Peter, I don't wear them
either". I stood up, but he kept his hand on my bottom. Suddenly it moved,
slidding down the back of my shorts, and cupping a bottom cheek. It
startled me and I jumped. "Sorry Peter, I didn't mean to scare you" he said
slipping his hand out, and pulling me to him like he did the day
before. With my head buried in the front of his shirt, I felt both his
hands fall over my bottom cheeks. I felt strangely comfortable and safe,
and slid my arms around his waist, pulling him to me even more until I
could feel his cock pressing against me. "We're going to be good friends
aren't we Peter" he asked. As I nodded, we heard the shop door
open. Another paper boy had arrived.

He let me go and walked off into the shop, and I scooped up my paper bag. I
was introduced to the boy in the shop, and as Stan walked into the back
room, the boy whispered "Has he touched you up yet"? I nodded "He touches
all the boys and If you don't object, he'll keep on doing it". I walked
out, got on my bike and started to round.

The next day I arrived at 5.45. The door was locked but the lights were
on. I rattled the door and Stan walked out of the back room. "Hello Peter,
you're early" he said taking hold of my hand. "You can come and help me put
the rounds together" Leading me by the hand, he led me into the back room,
and out of sight of the door. "Oh I do like you in those shorts Peter" Stan
said, and I felt his arms slip around me, pulling me to him. I couldn't
help it, my arms just seem to automatically ease around his waist, and I
wasn't shocked when I felt his hands slip down the back of my shorts, I
just relaxed and leant against him, allowing his hands to carress my bare
bottom cheeks. It felt so nice and comforting. "You are a lovely boy Peter"
he whispered in my ear "I like you a lot". My face was pressed to his
shoulder, I didn't reply, but let my fingertips slip down under the elastic
waistband of his jog bottoms. I couldn't feel any underpants, so I eased
them further down, until I could feel the top of Stans ample bottom
cheeks. "You see"? he whispered "I don't wear underpants either. It feels
nicer without them, doesn't it Peter"? I nodded my head against his
shoulder, and mumbled a "Yes", pulling myself to him harder so that I could
feel his cock pressing against me.

We both heard someone rattling the door. "That's a shame isn't it Peter" he
whispered. I nodded and stood back from him, glancing down at the bulge in
his jog bottoms. "Here, have a quick look" he said, pulling his jog pants
down to his thighs. Wow, I looked down at his cock. It was beautiful, so
hairy, so thick. I hadn't seen a mans cock before, but I liked seeing this
one. In seconds he pulled the jog pants up and whispered "I haven't shown
any other boy before. Please don't tell anyone"........"I won't" I said,
and he walked off to open the door. I picked up my papers and left. When
I'd finished my round, I popped back into the shop. "Hello Peter" Stan said
with a smile, "Come round here" he said pointing to the back of the
cpunter. I walked round and stood beside him, there was no-one else in the
shop, so his hand was soon slipping down the back of my shorts. I leant
against him, slipping one arm round his waist, while enjoying his hand
carressing my cheeks. "We're going to be good friends, aren't we Peter"? I
looked up at him and silently mouthed "Yes". Suddenly the shop door
opened. "Duck down out of sight Peter, while I serve these people". I
quickly dropped to my knees, right underneath the till, and pressed myself
up against the shelving, so I couldn't be seen by the customers. Stan
walked to and fro, serving, and opening the till. When he stood at the
till, his bulge was only inches from me. I stared at it, wanting to see it
again, and maybe feel it. He looked down at me and smiled. I smiled back
and leant out slightly. The next time he stepped up to the till, the front
of his jog pants brushed against my face. I leant out another inch and
WOW. I felt that lovely thick, hairy cock, press against my cheek.

He looked down at me again, smiled and then wriggled himself from side to
side, rubbing his bulge across my face several times. "They've all gone" he
said, and I stood up and leant against him again. His hand slid down inside
my shorts. "Well Peter, what a lucky boy" he whispered "You've seen it and
felt it all in one day, but you're not going to tell anyone, are
you....please"?  "Of course not Stan" I said quietly, slipping my hand down
the back of his bottoms, but this time further until I could feel all of an
ample bottom cheek. "I expect you want to see it agin then" Stan asked. I
nodded.

"It's Saturday tomorrow, and someone else opens up the shop. When you've
done your round, why not pop up to my flat, it's just up the side stairs" I
nodded "I'll tell my mum I'm doing a double round, and will be late" "Then
we can play You Show Me Yours & I'll Show You Mine. Would you like that"? I
nodded again. The door opened and I ducked down again, but kept my face
sticking out. As Stan closed the till drawer by pushing it with his tummy,
I got the full bulge pressed to my face, followed by the wiggling side to
side. I felt it rub all over my face. "They've gone" he whispered, so I
stood up again, leant against him and let my hand ease down under his
bottoms. Several moments went by in silence, my hand rubbing over both his
large cheeks. Then he suddenly parted his legs, taking a big sideways
step. "Ease your hand down further Peter, see what you can find. I won't
tell anyone" he said smiling at me. With the shop empty, I pushed my hand
in further, tracing his bottom cheeks down and down, and then right
under. My arm was in passed my elbow when my fingertips found the back of
his balls.  "Oh Peter, that's lovely. Have a good feel" I eased my hand
right round until it was cupped right over Stans balls. Oh they felt so
soft, so warm, so fragile. I lifted them, gently parted them, then started
to carress them. Stan pulled the front of his jog bottoms out an inch or
two. "Look what you're doing to me Peter".

I looked down into his jog bottoms. Oh, that beautiful thick, hairy cock
was growing. It was semi-hard, and getting harder. "OH Peter, I love the
feeling of your hands down there, it's so nice. The door opened again. I
took my hand out and ducked down. Now when Stan pushed the till drawer
shut, it was a stiff cock that was being rubbed across my face. I could see
a little damp patch on the jog bottoms, where his helmet would be. Clear
juices, I'd seen lots of it in the school toilets when I wanked friends
off, but this was Stans. As it rubbed over my lips, I sucked in some of the
juice. I wanted to stay like that for hours but Stan soon said "They've
gone" I stood up again, but stood behind him and eased my hand right round
to where it had been before. The back of his jog pants were being pulled
down by my arm, showing off lots of big bottom cheek. My little boy cock
was by now, fully hard, and desperate to be wanked. More customers, so my
hand was pulled out again. Lots of customers so Stan whispered "See you
tomorrow, the key will be under the mat" I nodded and left.

I couldn't wait till next day, and told my mum that I had to do 3 rounds
that morning, so wouldn't be home till about 11.00. I got finished as quick
as I could, left the bag in the back room and made my way up the side
stairs, looking round all the time to see if I'd be seen. I went up th the
first door and looked under the mat. There was the key. I opened the door
quietly, stepped inside and closed in again. I called out and Stan answered
"I'm upstairs, come and find me". I went upstairs and looked into a
bedroom, no-one there, so stepped into the second bedroom. "Hello Peter"
Stan said, turning on the light. He was laying in bed with the covers
pulled up to his chin. "I've been looking forward to this, have you"? he
asked. "Yes" I said "I haven't slept much all night". "Nor me" he said,
reaching over to pick up a small camera. "Now then" he whispered "You've
seen mine, so it's your turn to show me yours. Would you like to undress
for me Peter" I nodded.  "Come and stand beside the bed, where I can see
you.

I obeyed and stepped up beside the bed, taking my plimsoles and socks off
first, then my shirt, and lastly slipping my shorts down. "Oh Peter, you're
lovely" Stan whispered "Here, get in beside me"

End of Part 1