The Paperboy Delivers

Tom opened the door even before I had the chance to fold the paper up in my hand. He was in his bathrobe as usual. Did he ever wear clothes? He had the snidest smile on his face as he leaned in the doorway, waiting for me. My cock started to swell just at the sight of him there.

“Allen,” he said.

“Hello.”

“Allen…? What’s your last name?”

“Decktor.”

“Allen Decktor. The paperboy." I handed him the newspaper. My breath was caught somewhere between my throat and my chest. Of course I’d been lusting after my neighbor for weeks, and he had seemed well aware of it. But today seemed different.

Tom took the paper from my hand, and tucked it into his bathrobe. I could hear the scratchy sound of his chest hair and the crinkle of the newsprint. He reached into the folds of his bathrobe with his other hand and dragged the paper slowly along his crotch. Then he took the newspaper out between his legs, and handed it back to me. I took it. It was warm.

“Bring it inside, would you?” Tom said, and turned into the house.

“Set it down on the table,” Tom said to me once he’d shut the door. “Have a seat." Tom pulled his chair in front of where I was sitting, and looked at me.

“So Allen,” he said, crossing his legs, “you seem like a pretty good kid.”

“Thanks.”

“You seem to like me.”

“Um…yeah.”

He stood up and lifted up his robe. He was wearing a pair of blue briefs underneath. “Have you ever eaten ass, then? C’mon, don’t be shy. Tell me the truth."

“No,” I said. “I’m a virgin.”

“Really,” he said, and rolled his eyes like he didn’t believe me. He turned around. His firm ass filled out the back of his briefs, rising up from his muscled thighs like twin globes. He pulled down his briefs, watching for my reaction. His ass was lightly hairy, and beautiful. “I like to get my ass eaten out. Do you think you could help me out with that?”

“Um…sure.”

“Could you do me a favor, son? Call me sir.”

“Um, yes, sir.”

“That’s better." He put his knees on the chair and spread his ass out before me. His deep crack parted to reveal a pink hole. “Now get down here and eat my ass out, boy.”

My dick was straining against my pants. I didn’t mind him being so forceful with me. Actually, I kind of liked it. Tom seemed to know exactly what I wanted before I even knew I wanted it.

I got down on the floor and brought my face to his butt. It smelled musky, with the faint smell of soap. He was as clean as he could be back there.

“C’mon, boy, get to it. Put your tongue to my hole and eat me out." I started by licking just above his balls, up along his taint. My tongue reached the edge of his slick butthole. I was relieved to find that it didn’t taste bad. Tom groaned like a bear. “Fuck yeah, boy. Lick that hole." I pushed my tongue right into the center of him and pressed against the tight muscle there. Tom’s butthole would tighten, relax and spasm. My face was literally buried in his ass, I had to come up for breath because he was pushing back into my head, his butt was smothering me.

“Good job, boy. Eat my butt. Lick all around it then spear it in. Awww, yeah. That’s the stuff." This went on for a while as Tom got his relief. He never stroked himself but I could sense his hard dick pulsing on the other side of him.

“Back off for a minute,” he said. His firm ass was spread out before me. I watched him clench his hole, the star-shaped center of him scrunching up, then blooming and releasing as he relaxed it again. “You like that?" He was looking back at me smiling. He did it again.

“Yes, sir. It’s hot.”

“I bet you’d like to get your dick in there, wouldn’t you? Well, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes. Yes sir, I mean.”

“There’s some oil in the kitchen cabinet. Go grab it." He directed me to the cabinet where it was. When I got back to the living room he was still in the same position, his eyes trained on me with a menacing grin on his face.

“Grease up your finger, boy. I want you to feel how tight this man’s ass is." I got behind him and dipped my finger in the oil, then I brought it to his pulsing anus. “Don’t be shy, boy. Push it in. Feel how tight a real man’s asshole should be." He clenched down around my finger as I slid it inside, and it felt so tight as to almost cut off my circulation. “Tight, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, sir. It’s really fucking tight.”

“Watch your mouth, boy.”

“Sorry sir,” I said.

“Yeah you’re dying to fuck this ass,” Tom said. Truth was I was doubting I’d last a second inside that big butt. “Alright, boy. Get your dick greased up, cause I’m gonna let you take my ass for a ride. It’s important that you get used to feeling something this tight around your dick, or else you’ll never be able to fuck properly. Got that?”

“Yes sir,” I said, but at that point I already had my pants around my ankles and I was ready to go.

“Now stick in me slow. You’re gonna watch how a man takes the fuck, the better you know so when I’m fucking you you know how to take it. Put your dick to my hole. That’s the way. Now push it inside. Harder. Ah!" My cock head popped through the muscle and sank into the interior of him. I had to stop for a minute because I felt like it was going to set me off. “Don’t come yet. You better give me a good ride, boy." I rested until I was breathing evenly again, then I sank the rest of my dick inside of him.

“You gotta rock with your hips. It’s all in the hip motion. Alright? Put your arms around my chest. That’s the way." I laid my slim body across his broad back. He smelled of musky cologne. “Tweak my nipples for me. Keep fucking, don’t quit. That’s it. Pull on them. Oh, fuck yeah. You like that, kid? You like having your cock up your daddy’s butt?”

There it was. That ‘daddy’ stuff that I found almost too much to take. I felt my load rising up out of my balls.

“Fuck your daddy. You’re gonna cream, aren’t you?”

“Yeah. Fuck.”

“That’s okay. Cream inside my ass. Shoot it in me, boy." I unloaded, my seed spilling out into Tom’s guts and he took it with enthusiasm.

“Sorry I couldn’t last longer,” I said once I’d gotten off of him.

“That’s okay, son. I’d be willing to bet you got another load in your nuts, we’ve just got to get it out of you somehow." He turned over and sat down on the chair. His hairy prick towered before me. “Now, if you don’t mind boy, I could use some attention. Come suck daddy’s dick.”

I needed no further invitation, having fantasized about having my head between Tom’s legs pretty much from the first time I’d seen him. I took his cock into my mouth and slid my lips down the length. Tom put his hand on my head, guiding me along as my head bobbed in his lap.

“Aw, that’s nice, son. You’re getting the hang of this aren’t you? Keep sucking. Atta boy." I liked the way that he was calling me ‘boy’ and ‘son.’ It was just role-playing, but man was it ever a turn-on. He told me to pull on his balls but I went the extra mile and licked them. He had big, meaty orbs. I yanked on them as I sank my mouth down on his cock.

“Alright boy I’m ready to blow. Are you gonna take it? You gonna eat daddy’s load for him?" I grunted my approval. “Fuck!” he cried, tightening his legs and sending several volleys of cock juice into my mouth. I swallowed without thinking, eating his load like he’d suggested. It tasted okay.

Tom stood up. He looked down at my cock, which almost unbeknownst to me had risen again to a full erection.

“Thought so,” he chuckled. He picked me up by the shoulders and tossed me on to the couch. He strode over to me with a hungry look in his eyes. “Gonna suck this off for you, boy,” he said, grabbing onto my boner. He dipped it into his mouth and sucked it all the way to my balls.

“Relax, kid,” he said. He sucked his thick finger in his mouth and pushed it to my butthole. Then he went back down on my dick, working his finger into my hole as he sucked. Having his finger in my butt triggered something in me, and I couldn’t help it as my load rose out of my balls and spewed into his mouth. He swallowed it easily.

“Atta boy,” he said, jerking my spent cock. “Nice load.”

“Thanks,” I said. I laid back on the couch. I was tired. Tom stood up and regarded me.

“You gonna stay here the night, son?” he said. I looked up at him. He seemed sincere.

“I don’t know.”

“Well, what are you gonna do, go home alone? Or is your pa waiting for you?" I thought about this. I really wanted to stay there, I wanted as much of him as I could get. And if my dad was worried about me, well, that was his problem. I was old enough now that I could do whatever the hell I wanted.

“Yeah, I’ll stay.”

“Good boy,” he said. “Don’t get too tired. We got lots to do tonight.”

All characters are age 18 or older.