Date: Thu, 21 Jan 2021 15:24:20 +0000 (UTC) From: DCW Subject: Noah The Paperboy Learns a Thing or Two Noah The Paperboy Learns A Thing Or Two DISCLAIMER: This story is pure fiction; it was merely thought up in my head and written down, and never happened in real life. It contains subject matter involving alternative lifestyles. I hope you enjoy reading it. Please help support Nifty with a donation! It's good entertainment, and it's not free to operate. Please, donate today! Gay, Adult-Youth, M/b, oral, anal By DCW Comments and feedback welcome! dcw_ofhs90@yahoo.com "Now, where in the hell is that damn paperboy," I thought to myself, "he's late...again today!" But, then again, he's cute as a button. I feel a little stir in my loins every time I think about him...he's "picture perfect" in my book; about 4-1/2 feet tall, around 60 lbs, dark brown eyes, and buzz-cut dark brown hair. When he took over the paper route a few months ago, I remember he said he's a 5th grader at Washington Elementary. One one hand, I'm a little frustrated that I don't have my morning paper with my coffee. But then on the other hand, his cuteness - and dare I say sexiness - probably gives him a solid pass as far as I'm concerned. After looking out the front window for some time now, sipping my morning coffee and wondering where he is, I decided to go out to the small barn out back where my wood shop is. The caffeine is beginning to kick in, so perhaps I can finish a couple of half-completed projects I've been working on. It hadn't been more than 10 minutes, and I see him on his bike, about to toss my Saturday morning paper on the side porch. "Hey, Noah, bring my paper out to the barn" I shouted from the barn door, "please!" Hearing my call, Noah immediately changed course and rode his BMX bike out to the barn. "And why are you so late, young man? It's nearly 10:00" I bark. "My paper's supposed to be here by 8:00!" "I'm sorry, I overslept. It won't happen again, I promise," apologized Noah. "You must have been out late on hot date last night, huh" I jokingly suggested. "You mean, like....out on a date...with.......a.....girl?" Noah was clearly both confused and appalled at the same time. "That's exactly what I mean" I declared. "Yuck! A girl? No way!" Noah exclaimed, with a clear look of disgust on his cute, young face. "My big brother had some friends over last night and they were playing XBox, like really really really late and they were being, like way loud and..." I interrupted, "Ummm, it's okay, really. I'm not mad. Really, scout's honor!" "Oh, okay," he said, visibly relieved. "But when you're 10 with a job as important as this, you really need to get a good night's sleep" I suggested. That really got Noah's attention. "I'm not ten anymore, I'm eleven now!" "Oh, yikes, I'm sorry. Eleven!" I stand corrected. Ever since Noah became my paperboy, I've thought he's drop-dead cute, but today he seems...oh, I don't know...a little extra cute, perhaps. He's wearing a pair of beige khaki shorts, a white t-shirt that says "I paused my video game to be here," and a pair of navy blue crocs. I think crocs always look so cute on preteen boys! His "extra cuteness" today really got me thinking about spending more time with him...I mean more than just the paperboy-customer time we've had so far, which is really just a few moments in passing each day, and maybe a few minutes each month when he's collecting money for the subscription. "Say, Noah, would you like to come back after you're done with your paper route to help me with a couple of projects I'm working on? I'd really like to get them done today, and you'd be a big help" I ask. Boys his age are almost always eager to help out. "I have to ask my mom but yeah" said Noah. He told me a while back that his dad worked on an oil rig in the Arctic, and lost his life about two years ago when he fell into the icy, cold water. "Okay, maybe I'll see you later on. See 'ya" I said. "Bye" said Noah, in his cute, high-pitched preteen soprano voice, as he rode away. His shoulder bag didn't look like it had much left in it to deliver, so I knew I was toward the end of his route. Time to get to work on the bird house I've been building, so into the wood shop I go. Much to my surprise, in only about 20 minutes, Noah was back, nearly out of breath from riding his bike so fast. "I'm back" Noah said excitedly. "Wow, that was really fast, Noah. Did you get all your papers delivered? Does your mom know where you are?" I inquired. "Yeah, I only had five more papers after here, and I left mom a note on the kitchen table. She won't get me a phone yet. I really want an iPhone" he said. "Well, maybe in time. You're still a little young, and iPhones are really, really expensive" I said. "But I'm already eleven" he declared. "Yes, I know, you're eleven" I replied, "practically an old man. Well, are you ready to start helping me?" "Yes, sir! What should I do?" Noah asked. So we went into the wood shop where my birdhouse was waiting for us. "For the rooftop of this birdhouse, we need to run a thin line of wood glue across the tops of the walls, and then we'll put the roof on, okay, Noah?" I instructed. "I'll help you put the glue on, at least the first time." Putting my hand on Noah's bony shoulder, I directed him over to the workbench where the half-completed birdhouse was. Then, standing directly behind him, holding the bottle of glue with him, my hands guiding his, we successfully applied a nice, thin layer of glue on the tops of the birdhouse walls. I couldn't help but notice how soft and smooth his hands were. It felt so nice having his little body backed up against mine so closely, his boy-scent eminating up from his little body, its effects almost trance-like. I wanted to turn him around and kiss him on his cute, little tender lips right then and there...but we have a birdhouse to complete! "You did great" I said. With that, Noah turned his head around, looked up at me, and said, "this is cool. I like being with you, it's fun!" "Well, I like being with you, little buddy. I'm having fun, too" I responded. Little does he know right now just how much I like him and what I'd like to do with him! "Okay, it's time to drive in a few nails in addition to the glue." Over the next forty-five minutes, we put a few finishing touches on the birdhouse to get it ready for a final paintjob. "I don't know about you, but I'm ready for some lunch. Hungry?" I said. "Ummm, okay" replied Noah, and we left the barn for the kitchen. Once in the house, I said, "how about a ham and cheese sandwich and macaroni salad?" "I don't think I like macaroni salad. I'll just have a ham and cheese sandwich" said Noah. Noah and I sat at the kitchen table eating our lunch, talking about school, sports and friends. I can tell he's craving attention. Since his big brother is 17, they don't really have much in common, and Noah is oftentimes ignored by him. He has friends, but likes being with older people. Since he only had a sandwich, he finished his lunch before me, and then went "exploring" around my house. From the family room, Noah exclaimed, "wow, you have Legos!" "Oh yeah," I replied, "I still have them from when my nephew was here visiting. He's too old for Legos now, but they're still here." Obviously loving this new discovery, Noah immediately dumped them on the floor and began building houses, cars, people...you name it, he made it. He was having a ball with them so I just had a seat and watched him play. After about an hour, his interest in the Legos began to dwindle a bit, which sent him searching for his next discovery: Harry Potter books. "You also have Harry Potter? Wow, I didn't know you had this stuff" he said. After checking each book out, he picks one and says, "Can you read this one to me, pleeeeaaaase?" "Sure thing, kiddo" I said, and he hopped right up on my lap. He fit like a glove on my lap, resting his head on my chest. I could smell his captivating aroma again; it was like a mixture of pure, innocent boy and bubble bath. So delightful! As we began reading, Noah is proving to me that he's 100% boy by how much he squirms around! With him in such close proximity, smelling his delightful boy-scent, and the friction and pressure between two moving bodies, I began to develop a hard-on. And, it's DIRECTLY underneath Noah's butt. To complicate matters even more, it seems as if Noah is completely aware of my hard-on because he's grinding against it. By the end of page 3, Noah looks up at me with those beautiful, mysterious dark brown eyes, and asks, "do you have a boner?" I couldn't believe what I just heard! An eleven year old boy, totally aware of my erection, just asked me - point-blank - if I had a boner! A bit embarrassed, I replied, "ummmm, well, yes. Yes, I do." It was quite obvious; I saw no point in denying it. "Does that mean you like me?" asked Noah. "Ummm, well, yeah....I mean...well, yes, Noah, I like you. Quite a lot, in fact" I managed to stammer out. "That's good. I like you a lot, too" he replied. Continuing onto page 4 after what I found to be a bit of an awkward conversation, I read on. Soon, however, with such a cute, sexy, desireable preteen boy on my lap, who - I might add - acknowledged my "boner" underneath him, I found myself having some difficulty concentrating on Harry Potter! I began gently running my fingers up and down Noah's thin, twig-like, smooth right leg...up and down, from thigh to ankle, and back up. So soft and smooth, no scrapes or anything...unusual for a preteen boy, as they're oftentimes covered with scrapes, bumps and bruises. Not so for Noah! After enjoying Noah's right leg, I moved up to his right arm and ran my fingers up and down. It's every bit as soft and smooth as his leg. Then, after a few moments, I move up to his neck, his right ear, then his buzzed hair. Everything feels so nice, so warm, so soft. So...boy. Despite a story being read while this is happening, and despite being only eleven, Noah knows exactly what's going on, and he's enjoying it. A lot. He moves his head up and gives me a little kiss on my right cheek, which sends electricity through my body like nothing I've ever felt. I closed the Harry Potter book and sat it down on the little table next to our chair. Picking him up, I said, "Noah, I really, really like you a lot, and I want to show you just how much I like you...would that be okay?" As Noah is nodding yes, I carry him into my bedroom and gently lay him on his back on my bed. Carefully, I lift off his t-shirt, then hook my fingers under the elastic waistband of his size 10/12 khaki shorts and slide them down his perfect young legs, and off. I look down at Noah laying on my bed, with only his tighty-whities on, tenting in the front. I quickly undress to my underwear, too, then lower my face down to Noah's chest, sucking and gently nibbling on his now-erect and hard nipples. I look up and he's looking down at me...he almost looks like he's in another world. He's laying flat on my bed with his arms up, exposing his hairless armpits. I move up to his lips and, instinctively, he begins a long, passionate kiss with me. I go back down to his chest for some more nipple, then slowly work my way down to his stomach and abdomen. I work my fingers underneath the elastic waistband of his underwear and pull them all the way down and off. Laying before me on my bed is absolute perfection: a completely nude 11 year old boy with a very hard erection, pointing straight at me. I first begin licking and sucking on Noah's little, undeveloped hairless balls...each one individually, then both at the same time. They feel so soft and velvety in my mouth as I roll them around with my tongue. Then I push his legs up and further apart to lick his taint, then down a bit to his hole and I begin rimming him - a sensation that makes him moan a little bit. As I dart my tongue in and out of his hole, he wiggles slightly as though the feeling is almost too good to be true. Then I come back up his taint and balls and take his delicious, hard cock in my mouth. At 3-1/2 inches, it's easy to take his entire cock in, with my lips at the base, it almost touches the back of my throat. I bob up and down on his hard preteen cock, then I open my mouth just a little wider so I can get his balls in my mouth, too, and I give his entire boy-package a good cleaning with saliva. Noah is beginning to let out a few peeps as he cannot believe something can feel so good, as I roll his hard 3-1/2 inch cock and balls around in my mouth with my tongue, lips and plenty of wet saliva. Not a single hair anywhere, everything is as smooth as silk and a perfect mouthful...I could do this forever! After a few minutes of sucking and licking Noah's cock and balls, nearly sending him into a state of oblivion, I lick and suck my way back up to his lips for another kiss. "Noah, do you know about sex?" I ask. "Uh, huh....I mean, I kinda know" was all he managed to get out. "Okay, we're going to have sex, and I want you to fuck me, okay?" I said, but Noah looked confused. "Don't worry, little buddy, I'll teach you. You'll be fine." He looked somewhat relieved, as I took my underwear off. Always ready, I keep a bottle of lube in my night stand, so I grabbed the bottle and applied some to Noah's extremely hard cock, then a dab on my hole. Laying on my back with my legs in the air, I instructed Noah to kneel between my legs to put his cock in my ass. With a little squirming, the assistance of my hand, and some luck, he managed to get his three-and-a-half-incher in my hole after just a few failed attempts. Once in, the look on Noah's face was truly priceless; a mixture of ecstasy and sheer surprise. "Okay, you did really good. Now carefully move it in and out, but don't pull it all the way out...you've gotta keep it in" I instructed. I'm pretty flexible and was able to hold onto Noah's hips, helping him push into me harder. Obviously, his cock is quite small but it's enough to feel like magic. Having a boy so young - one who hasn't even reached puberty yet - inside me is one of the most amazing, erotic things I've ever felt. It was kind of like a finger, but much, much, much better. He quickly learns how far he can go without slipping out, and actually develops quite a rhythm. He's looking at me as he's thrusting his young cock in and out of me, and there's a look of both determination and pure pleasure on his cute, young face. But soon, Noah gets a very concerned look on that cute, young face. "All of a sudden I feel like I have to pee!" "You don't have to pee, little buddy, just keep going, okay?" I assured him. I knew he was about to have an orgasm, a dry orgasm of course. Since his balls showed no signs of dropping whatsoever, still drawn tight up against his crotch, I know he's not old enough to ejaculate anything. Noah kept pumping his little cock in and out of my ass, and within a minute or two, he begins breathing hard and fast, his eyes become huge, his mouth opens up wide...he stops all movement, and becomes completely still. I then begin to feel his cock pumping and pulsating inside me, as he's having a very intense dry orgasm. It's an amazing feeling...for both of us. After a bit of recovery time from his first-ever orgasm, his hard 3-1/2 inches still inside me, he looks at me and asks, "what just happened? I don't think I've ever felt anything like that before in my whole life!" "You just came. You had an orgasm. When you get a little older, sperm will come out at that time and that's how girls get pregnant," I said. "So I didn't sperm," inquired Noah. "No, not yet, little buddy," I said, "You're a little too young right now, but you probably will in a year or two." "Wow, can we do this when I can sperm?" asked Noah excitedly. "Wait a minute, boys can't get pregnant, right? Like if I sperm in you, you won't get pregnant, will you? That made me laugh. "Sure, if you want, we can do this all the time...now and after you start sperming," I reassured him. "And, no, boys can't get pregnant, so you can sperm in me all you want in a year or two!" With that, Noah pulled his now-soft cock out of me, got dressed and we walked to the back door. "Can I come back so we can do this again soon? Pleeeeaaase?" "Sure we can. I'm glad you liked it" I said, waiving at Noah as he walked out onto the porch. With the feeling still present in my ass from being fucked by Noah's little cock, I masturbated right there at the kitchen door, while watching him ride away on his bike, thinking about what we had just experienced together. I immediately had one of the strongest, most pleasing orgasms of my life, as I shot my cum right on the kitchen door. I think Noah learned a thing to two today!