Date: Thu, 20 Sep 2001 11:36:17 -0400
From: The Mariner <mariner23502@hotmail.com>
Subject: MY NEWSPAPER BOY -- Chapter 2

MY NEWSPAPER BOY !

Chapter 2


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WARNING

This is an all gay story about a relationship between a young
man and a young boy, both gay.  If it is not legal or ethical for
you to read erotic gay stories that are about homosexual
activities, please exit and find more suitable reading material.

This entire story is pure fantasy and is for entertainment only.
Some scenes are graphic in nature and are not intended to
reflect real life.


ALL NAMES, PLACES AND EVENTS IN THIS STORY ARE
FICTIONAL AND BEAR NO CONNECTION WITH, RESEMBLANCE
TO OR RELATION TO ANY REAL ENTITY.  ANY SUCH
SIMILARITY IS PURLY BY ACCIDENT AND NOT INTENDED.


Chapter 2:   Grant disappeared into the bushes with a slight
rustle, almost like a spirit that had invaded my secluded spot. I
stood there completely naked with my half hard cock in my
hand. For a moment, I wondered if this had all just happened
and I had dreamed it as I sunbathed.  I shook myself and turned
to my chaise lounge where we had enjoyed each other.  It was
not a dream.

The beach towel was spread over the chaise and I could see the
splotches of cum where Grant had lain and he had dribbled his
excess that I had not gotten when he poured forth into my
waiting mouth.  No, not a dream and here I stood alone
wondering how I had been so fortunate.  I sat on the chaise and
was remembering what we had experienced together and my
cock grew to its full hard and thick 7.5" demanding attention. I
slowly stroked myself as I envisioned Grant with me.  I could feel
his touch and my steel hard rod throbbed with each stroke as I
pulled on my balls and lost myself in my fantasy of Grant
stroking and fondling me to a roaring climax.  I could feel my
juices churning deep in my balls as I increased the tempo of
each stroke.  My balls started to tighten and I felt the cum
quickly surging forth from my cock in great powerful gobs
several times as I thought of Grant and his beautiful body and
cock that I had just enjoyed.

Slowly, I decended from my sexual high and my cock was
softening while I massaged the head with some of the cum I had
just generated.  I reached for the towel and cleaned myself and
then wrapped the towel around my waist.  I gathered my things
and walked to the house for a shower. I was exhausted and
needed some rest.

For several days, I did not see Grant even though I went to our
secluded spot hoping he would appear again.   I could not get
Grant out of my mind and envisioned him each time as I had last
seen him.  I jerked off thinking of him and found myself lost in
my thoughts of him while working.  Still he did not return.  I was
starting to think it was just another change encounter and this
hot, horny young teen stud had gotten his rocks off and that was
it.  It has happened before and will again, that is gay life.   My
newspaper still arrived each morning and things were almost
back to normal.  I thought about Grant a little less as the time
passed.

It was Saturday morning, it was still a hot August day and my
A/C had not been repaired.  I called the company and asked
them when they would be out, they said probably in the next day
or so.  I again resigned myself to being at the mercy of the
elements and repairmen.

As I sat at my computer going over various of my clients
accounts, the doorbell rang.  I went to the answer the door clad
only in my loose boxer shorts and when I opened the door,
Grant stood there with that smile on his face and glint in his
eyes.  I was dumbfounded for a moment until he said "okay if I
come in and collect for the paper"? I stammered "sure, come on
in".  Grant stepped in and when I turned from closing the door
he wrapped his arms around me and started to smother my face
with kisses.  Grant held me so tight I could not move and my
cock was instantly hard as he kissed me.  I felt him grinding his
hips against mine and he was as rock hard as I was.

I was finally able to ask Grant for a break and he loosened his
grip around my chest.  I reached up and taking his shoulders, I
moved him back just a step and looked him deep in the eyes, I
could see the lust and need there.  I took my left had and
pressing him in the back I pulled  him back to me and as I gently
kissed  his soft mouth and ran my tongue over his, I reached
down and took his steel hard cock in my hand, he had already
gotten ahead of me and was gripping me as if he was afraid he
was going to lose his prize, no way.

After our lengthy, passionate kiss, I released  him and stepped
back to look at him.  He was everything I remembered.  He stood
there dressed in the same cutoff jeans but with a tight T-shirt
covering his torso.  His pecs were outlined and his tits were
protruding through the cloth. I took my hands and ran them over
his tits and he leaned forward to increase my pressure as he
was exploring my body.  Grant leaned forward and searched for
my mouth again flicking his tongue out against my chin and my
lips.  I reached up and taking his head in my hands I pulled him
to me and again we searched each others mouths with our
tongues while he melded his body to mine in another bear hug.

I was so completely lost in the delight of having him in my arms
once more that it took me more then a moment before I finally
said, "don't  you think we should move from the doorway"?  He
looked at me with an impish grin and said "only if it is to your
bedroom".   I told him that could come later but that we should
have a talk and maybe a drink first.  He cocked his head  with an
"okay".

I moved towards the kitchen and as I passed him, he took my
hand in his and followed.  We sat down at the counter and I
asked  him what he would like, coke, pepsi, iced tea? He looked
at me and asked if he could have a beer if I had some.  I
wondered about that and asked if he was old enough to drink
beer and then I thought to myself, "what a silly damn question
after what we had done".   He just grinned and said "well I am
not 21 yet but I will be 18 next month".  It was then that I realized
that was the first time I knew his age and it explained why he
was so well developed.   I went to the fridge and broke out 2
Coors Lights twisting the caps off.

I sat across the counter from Grant and asked him why he had
not been back and maybe he was embarrassed by what we had
done together.  He took a long swig of his beer and said he had
been wondering the same thing about me.  He thought maybe
his mom calling him like she did had frightened me a little. I told
him, "not in the least" and that I had been outside everyday
since he had been there.  He said "I know, been watching  you
with my binoculars".  I said "well why didn't you come over
when you saw me there".  He told me he had to have some time
to think about it first.  He didn't know how old I was, if I was
maybe married or had someone else.  I told  him I was 28, not
married and there was no one else in my life.  He leaned over
again with that impish grin and said "now I know how you can
keep a hardon so long", I was hard again.  This boy effected me
in no way others had but then I had never been with someone
17(almost 18) since I was a teenager.

Grant picked up his beer and walked around the end of the
counter towards me sitting on my stool.  He pushed  his way
inbetween my legs where my steely hard cock was throbbing
and aching for him.  He leaned down and gently kissed me and
asked "when are we going to check out your bedroom Mr
Stotler"?.  I took his hips in my hands and pulled him to me and
told him that my name was Aaron when we were alone together.
He pressed against me and again said " okay but what about the
bedroom"?.  This boy was just radiating the heat of sex and lust.
Hell, so was I.

I stood up and placing my arm around Grant's waist, led him
towards the bedroom my cock waving like a leading ram in front
of me. Grant saw this and reached down and gripped my cock
tightly as we walked side by side.

We reached the bedroom and when we entered, Grant said "boy,
this is a big room for just one person, I share a small room with
my younger brother".  He told me his brother was only 8 and he
had no privacy at all with him around.   He looked around at the
room and noticed the bath off of the bedroom, the size of the
bed, a queen size, and admired everything.  I walked over and
sat on the edge of the bed asking "is this why you wanted to
check out the bedroom, to see how big it was"?  He turned and
ran over to where I was sitting and I reached up again grabbing
him by his hips before he jumped on me.   He stopped and said
"you know why I wanted to see your bedroom don't  you, I can
tell by that hard cock of yours".

I was sitting there with just my boxers on and he was still fully
dressed and looking like a rut stag ready to rape me.  Grant
started to pull his Y-shirt off and I stopped him telling him to let
me do it, he stood there waiting but first  he pulled my shorts
down and my cock sprang forth and slapped against my hard
ripped abs.  He grabbed it and gave it a couple of quick pulls as
he nuzzled my chest.  I reached down and taking his shirt in my
hands slowly pulled it up while he extended his arms for me to
remove it.  I ran my hands back down his sides and squeezed
his waist as I leaned down and took his nipples in my mouth, he
grabbed my head and pulled my mouth tight against him as I
sucked and bit him gently.  I could taste the salt of his sweat and
smell the clean soap of this young stud panting before me.  I
reached down and opened the waist band of shorts hooking my
thumbs over the material to slowly pull them down.  Grant
reached in front of himself and unzipped his shorts, I had
forgotten this in the heat of wanted to see all of him.  I could see
his pubic hair in the opening, he was not wearing any
underwear. I slid his shorts down and suddenly his cock sprang
from its restriction leaking pre-cum from the slit in its uncut
reddish head.  I sat down on the bed and took his very hard cock
into my mouth and sucked him deep inside my mouth as he took
my head in his hands and pulled me deep on his shaft with a
load moan and sigh of deep satisfaction.  I worked my tongue
over the underside of  his cock pushing the foreskin back and
swallowing every inch and he pushed as deep as he could and
ground his pubic hair against my face.  I slowly withdrew and he
started to work up a rhythm as he increased his tempo and
driving his cock deeper into my throat while holding my head in
both of his hands.  I could feel his excitement increasing but I
didn't want this to be a quick session so I pulled back and
released his much wanted cock from my mouth.

I said "Grant, why don't you lay on the bed and we will be more
comfortable".  His shorts were still around his ankles and we
had not removed his Nikes.  He shuffled around and sat down
next to me leaning forward to take his shoes and shorts off.
While he was leaning forward, I stroked his broad smooth back
and admired how well built he was, he was a real dream and I
had all of him.

Finished, he swung around and scooted over into the middle of
the bed, his cock flopping back and forth, up and down slapping
against his flat hard stomach.  I was really taken with this young
hot man/boy that seemed to have given himself up for mine and
his pleasure

After Grant had gotten settled and was laying there looking like
a vision with his head laying on the pillows and that beautiful,
strong, healthy body displayed for my eyes only, I slid along
side of him.  I slid my arm under his neck and reaching over to
the otherside I leaned forward and took his mouth with mine and
slowly, very slowly started to devour this banquet that was being
offered.  Grant reached around my neck and clasped me to him
as we explored each others mouths in a deep passionate kiss. I
could feel the pressure of Grant pressing against me and I
responded by pulling him against me and stroking his ribs.  I
had not experienced someone this passionate and I could feel
things building inside of me that I had not experienced in some
time.

We broke our kiss and leaning back, I asked him "are you
finished with the collections on your newspaper route"?  He
looked at me with that golden glint in his eyes and said "all I
have left to collect is you" and he pulled me down again...

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