THE PAPERBOY           -             Written by:  Marc / Sysop
------------                         Christopher Street BBS
(201) 992-5660

"Goddamn it!" I yelled, "This is the seventh time this fucking month that I 
haven't gotten a goddamn newspaper!" 

The women on the receiver was trying to calm me down and told  me that her son 
hadn't gotten home from school yet, but she would send him over with a paper as
soon as he did.  I was pissed.

It was my last semester of college.  I had waited 22 years to get out of school
and get a job and now I didn't even have a damn paper to look in the want ads.

It was 3:30 in the afternoon and again, I returned home from school to find 
that my newspaper had not been delivered.  To calm myself down, I went to the 
bathroom of my small apartment and turned on the shower.  My afternoon schedule
has been  ruined.  Every day I would come home, look in the want ads, call some
prospective job offers, then turn on the shower, do 50 push-ups, 50 sit-ups and
then take my shower.  When the paper had started coming irregularly, I became 
aggrivated, but today was the breaking point.  It was not like me to curse at 
some lady I didn't know on the phone, but I paid for a service and expected to 
get it.

I took off my clothes and put on my jock strap and started my daily workout.  I
had a small mat that I laid down near the front door to do my sit-ups on.  The 
place was so small that I only had three rooms in which to do all my living, so
I had to make due.  I had worked up quite a sweat by the time I was done.  I 
went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror.  I really was very proud of how 
I had toned my body up since  graduating high school.  Ask anyone that I went 
to high school with and they'll tell you that I was a short, pudgy kid who 
never got a hair cut.  They wouldn't even recognize me now.  I had lost quite a
bit of weight and got myself into such good shape that I had even done some 
modeling work in the past  summers.  I had that "chest-look" that I used to 
tell myself "I just wasn't meant to have".  Guys were constantly staring at me 
and it made me feel good.  Enough ego, I left the mirror and went into the 
shower.

"I know you miss me, I know you miss me bliiiiiind".  Putting that radio in the
bathroom had been a good idea, but my singing didn't allow me to hear what was 
going on outside in the apartment.  When I stepped out of the shower the 
doorbell was ringing constantly.  Ring....Ring.....Ring....Knock.... 
Knock...Thump.....Thump....  Somebody was doing a good job of trying to get my 
attention.  I wrapped a towel around my  middle and headed for the door.  When 
I opened the door, I couldn't beleive my eyes.  Standing there was a beautiful 
16 year old boy, his bicycle parked right behind him.  He was small, wearing a 
pair of nylon running shorts and sneakers but no shirt.  I almost lost control,
but asked him to come in.  When the sun was no longer in my eyes, I could see 
that he had downy blonde hair on his chest, and a nice high-school jock type 
build, only in miniature.

He handed me a newspaper and started to apologize for it not being there sooner
and explained that he had just taken this route from my old news boy and had 
not gotten it memorized yet.  I couldn't be mad at this beautiful little man, 
but I had an idea.  I told him to sit on the couch.

"I'm going to call the newspaper and tell them how damn  unreliable you are!"

"Please, I just got this job and really need the money.  I promise to be 
better.  Please don't call."

The gears in my mind were spinning.  I wanted those shorts off of his body, but
I didn't want to scare him away.  Then I laid it on him....

"In gym class, if you fuck up, your teacher would make you do extra work, 
right?"

"Yeah", he said, not knowing what I was getting at.

"See that mat over there?  I want you to do 50 sit-ups and 50 push-ups and I 
won't call the paper."

Reluctantly, he walked over to the mat and began to do some sit-ups.  Each time
he pulled himself up I watched the tiny muscles in his stomach flex.  I could 
see the outline of his cock in the fabric of the shorts.  He began to sweat and
the form of his excersize started to worsen.

"If you're going to make me do this, the least you could do is hold my feet 
down."

I kneeled down in front of him and held his feet to the mat. Each time he 
pulled himself up, his face came inches from the towel which surrounded my 
cock.  "That's fifty", he said as he flipped over and started the push-up set. 
His butt stuck straight up into my face as I hovered over him watching his firm
ass.  The outline of his ass was great!  He had tiny firm virgin buns.  When he
was done, he went back and sat on the couch, dripping with sweat.

"I guess we're about even now.  Can I get you a drink to help you cool down?" I
asked.  He accepted and I went to the  kitchenette to get a soda. 

When I returned he asked me to pay him for this weeks papers. I started to get 
mad again.

"If you expect me to pay you for this shitty service, you can forget it!"  Then
I layed the bomb....  "I'm not giving you any money, but I will pay you in 
another way...."  I stared directly into his crotch so that there would be no 
mistake about what I was saying.

I watched his bulge begin to grow as he received the message I was sending him.
He reached out and snatched the towel from my waist.  My cock sprang out and 
was ready and waiting. He was so small and beautiful that I picked him up in my
arms and held him like a baby.  I kissed his face and chest and took the shorts
from his body.  His cock was just as I had imagined.  It was long and thick, 
covered with curly blonde hair.  It stuck straight out like an arrow pointing 
at my waiting mouth.  I lowered my lips and began to suck in his meat.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm!!"  "I love that" he said, "Please put me down so I can have you 
too!"  I brought him over to the mat where he had his workout and layed him 
down on his side.  I layed down next to him in the 69 position.  He took my 
cock in his mouth as I took his.  We sucked on each others cocks for  a long 
while.  "Ohhhhhhhh" "Mmmmmmmmm" "Slurp, girgle" were the only sounds either of 
us made.  I moved my face a little lower and licked his balls, then worked my 
way to his virgin hole.  The smell of his young ass was heaven.  I slipped my 
toungue in between his cheeks.  

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh", he loved it and showed his appreciation by doing the same to 
me.  There we lay, on the mat licking and slurping at each other's assholes.  

I stood up and he lay on his back.  I faced him, one foot on either side. 
Slowly, I lowered myself down onto his waiting cock.  His cock inside me was 
unreal.  I watched the expression on his face as he experienced his first fuck.
He loved it.  I raised and lowered myself on his young meat.  I was rubbing his
chest and he reached out and massaged my cock.

"This feels so goooooooooooood!" he said, and he started to breath very heavy. 
I knew he was going to cum.  I  bounced up and down on his cock faster and 
faster.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm"  "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh" he moaned, then he screamed as he shot
his warm, young cum up my hole.  Some of it streaming back down his tool.

That was it, I couldn't handle it, "Ahhhhhhhhh", was my next sound as his hand 
worked it's last stroke over my cock.  I spurted cum all over his chest, face 
and hair.  He opened his mouth and moved his toungue around trying to catch all
he could.

"Mmmmmmmmmm" he said as he swallowed it and I raised myself off of him.

I lay down next to him and we kissed and held each other as if we had been in 
love for years.  Both still naked, he fell asleep in my arms.  I was in heaven 
with this beautiful boy sleeping next to me and soon fell asleep myself. 

When I awoke, he was gone.  I found a note.  It read:

"I promise to have your paper there on time every day as long as I can have the
same kind of payment every time I come to collect!"

And he did!