Date: Wed, 20 Jul 2005 15:16:23 -0700 (PDT)
From: tag michaels <tag_m@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Player-The Paperboy pt 1

The only true part of this story is the fact that I actually saw this young
thing deliver my morning paper one morning. Late. I was fortunate to see
him again the following morning but I haven't seen him since. So, none of
the action stuff happened nor will it ever happen, as I'm not in the habit
of accosting anyone, let alone minors.  So, enjoy the story. I'm sure there
will be more to it; just don't press me about when. It does depict sexual
acts between an adult male and a non-adult male. So the usual platitudes
and warnings apply.

Hugs
Tag_m


"A little late this morning." I said as the boy handed me the morning
edition of the newspaper. Normally it was sitting outside my door when I
got up at five thirty and here it was now, almost seven. That fact that is
was being handed over by a drop dead cute young thing made the frustration
of having to wait just melt away.

"Yeah, the presses were late," he said with a solemn look on his perfectly
smooth blemish free face. While I rarely saw the guy who delivered my
morning paper, I did know who my delivery person was cuz I had to pay him
every month. This boy I didn't recognize and believe me, him I would have
remembered.

Fourteen perhaps, he was a slender five foot six with a mop of brown hair
whose top layer was a bleached out blonde by the Hawaiian sun and, most
likely, surf. The nest of two toned hair wasn't exactly a bob cut or a
layered one, but it was long, to his neck and unruly as all hell. Of course
that could have been due in part to the early morning hours. I doubted he
got up and groomed himself much before heading out on his morning route and
why would he. As I said, he was drop dead cute, narrow face with slightly
prominent cheekbones and small nose.  I thought there might be the
beginnings of some fuzz on the boy's upper lip, a perfectly shaped upper
lip I might add. As a blonde, or a light brown head, his skin tone normally
would have been pale but his was a nice golden brown that made his white
teeth seem even whiter along with the whites of his eyes. Blonde bangs
almost covered his thick eyebrows and brought attention to his eyes, a very
deep blue. He was wearing a pair of well-worn tan cargos, gray t-shirt with
a school logo of some kind and untied sneakers that were white at one time
but would never see white again.

I gave him a quick once over while his gaze lingered a little longer on
me. Maybe it's cause I was in boxer briefs and a t-shirt that didn't quite
cover the manly bulge.

"So, you're new, filling in for my regular guy, what?" I asked.

"Huh," I almost had to pry his eyes back toward mine. "ummm yeah. I mean
no, I mean no I'm not filling in and yes I'm your new paperboy." His voice
was just starting to deepen which told me that he had passed puberty 101
and was working on puberty 102-the deeper voice, thickening muscle and
probably boy stuff that was getting close to full maturity, the size it
would be for the rest of his life. I'd tried to get a sense of his boy
stuff but it was pretty well covered by the t-shirt, unlike my own boy
stuff. He fumbled around in his pocket and pulled out a computer-generated
business card that I dutifully looked at.

"So, do you go by Mark or Keala," I asked him and he said Keala. "Looks
like you live pretty close yeah, a couple blocks over and two more down?" I
stated, pointing in the general direction that was listed on the paper.

"Yup. We just moved in a about a month ago, from Kauai.

"Cool. I'm Derrick but everyone calls me D," I said putting my hand out for
him. Since I was standing in my doorway, Keala could see through the house
to the back yard and as he took my offered hand, said,

"Oh man, you got a pool too. I sure wish we did. I get so frickin hot
sometimes and the beach isn't like, real close."

"Well, you're welcome to come over and swim sometime if you like. You
wouldn't be the only boy who hangs out over here."

"Really, why is that? Are you like a counselor or something?" I nodded my
head,

"Something like that. Come on in I'll give you my number. Call if you want
to come over. If I'm free then cool, if not, I'll tell you I'm not and
we'll set a different time. How's that?" His big smile told me what he
thought of the idea but he voiced it anyhow.

"Shoots." He followed me into the house, looking at my artwork and other
things while I pulled out a business card from my desk and took it to him.

"Did you take those pictures," he asked, pointing to the two large photos
of barely clothed hot looking guys on the wall. I told him I didn't and
handed him my business card, which he put in his pocket as he continued to
look around. He finally stopped, "Cool," he said then added that he'd
better get going or everyone will be complaining.

"Maybe I'll see you some morning, I usually get here about five fifteen or
so, but I will definitely call you sometime and take you up on your
offer. Bet on it." He shook my hand again, local boy style, holding it a
little bit longer than normal then he was gone.

I was at the dining room table finishing the paper some twenty minutes
later when a high melodic voice asked,

"Did I hear you talking to someone earlier or was I dreaming?" The voice
belonged another really cute young thing who approached me and gave me a
tight hug. That he was fully naked was not at all lost on me. Cam had been
in a surf competition over the weekend and had been bunking at my house,
specifically in my bed. Instead of going back home to Maui on Sunday, he'd
called his parents and asked if he could stay a few days and after checking
with me that it was okay, they gave their approval. The reason was to do
some shopping, which we did. The other reason was a thorough education in
male sex, with lots of practice sessions.

"Yes, the paperboy." I gave the cute as hell young thing a kiss, rubbed his
slender little butt and went on, "You need to shower and get dressed so I
can get you to the airport."

"Wanna go back to bed first," he said as he bend down a little and rubbed
the front of my underwear.

"You came less than two hours ago horny boy, now get into the shower." I
playfully swatted the butt that I'd had my cock inside of somewhere around
midnight and gently pushed him in the direction of my bedroom then sat down
to finish my cup of coffee. It was tempting to get into the shower with the
boy but we had both emptied our balls numerous times over the past four
days and I could use the rest, believe me. Two hours later I was back home
and Cam was somewhere over the blue Pacific winging his way to his home.

The next few days were the quiet, uneventful type that populate our
lives. I worked, although I no longer had to if I didn't want to. An
inheritance from my aunt some seven months before made me a
multi-millionaire and allowed me the luxury of doing almost anything I damn
well pleased. I worked because I enjoyed it. I taught my karate class,
pleased that some of my kids were in a good position to advance in belt
ranking at the next test when I would be testing for Ni-Dan, a
second-degree black belt. I gave no more thought to my gorgeous little
paperboy.

On Thursday I was up early and after putting the coffee on went to the
front door to retrieve my paper. It wasn't there. I looked up to scan the
street, wondering if I'd see Keala, only to see the boy as he rounded the
thick hedge that separated me from my neighbor's house. He waved as he came
up the driveway and as he got closer I admired him once again. He was a
fucking cute kid and I felt my cock stir a little bit at the thought of
possibly bedding the young stud. His smile spread as he saw me, holding the
paper out for me to take.

"I'm a little late this morning, sorry D. I had a hard time getting out of
bed."

"No worries, I just got up myself."

"Cool," he replied, looking me up and down very quickly. I was wearing the
obligatory boxer briefs, which of course I filled out quite nicely, and a
tank top that barely came to the waistband of my underwear. So, my goods
were pretty well displayed even though not in the flesh.

"Do you always answer the door in your underwear?"

"I hardly even get dressed when I'm at home," I told him, "and of course
I'm generally not answering the door this time of the morning." He nodded
his head in appreciation of that thought.

"I suppose if I looked that good in briefs it wouldn't bother me to go to
the door like that either."

"Oh, I bet you look just fine in briefs," I answered.

"Do you think so?"

"I don't know, only guessing.  Perhaps you'll have to come over and model
for me sometime won't you?"

"Well," he said, scrunching his face a little and rubbing his chin like an
old timer in thought, "you did say I could come over and swim. Maybe after
I'm done delivering my papers I could come over. If you're gonna be home,
if that's okay I mean," he said, stumbling a bit over his words. The
conversation had progressed to a level four in a matter of moments, the
implications not lost on me and I doubt that they werelost on Keala
either. I always found it interesting how fast young teenage boys could cut
to the chase when they're interested in something and they feel safe
letting their inner most desires be known. The boy was either a player or
he wanted to get into the game and either way the outcome would likely be
the same.

"Sure, I'll be here." I said with a smile. "How long?" He said maybe a half
hour, I said fine, he nodded his head and left the way he came. I watched
him go, admiring his slender little butt in the ever-present tan cargoes,
then went inside for coffee and paper, electing to take a quick shower
first. And so it was that I answered a knock at the security screen door
forty minutes later.

"Hey," he said through the mesh of the screen door as I approached. I
opened it and waved him in, noticing that he had a backpack with him as he
discarded his shoes alongside mine just inside the door. His eyes gazed
over my body and he commented that I'd changed. I had changed my underwear,
wanting something nice and fresh and still somewhat tight, unlike something
that had been worn for a day. I purposely had not changed my tank top,
wishing to see if and how the boy would react. I got my answer.

"Yeah, I always shower in the morning. Helps me get a jump start on the
day." He smiled.

"Me too, it's why I'm a little later than I said I'd be."  I nodded my head
while wondering just what the cute little imp had in mind.

"Want anything to drink?" I asked him to which I received a nod and a
"yeah" and when told the options he went for a Coke while I choose the
obligatory raspberry ice tea then we headed outside.

"Wow, this is really hot looking D," he said as he gazed about my back
yard, dropping his pack next to a chaise lounge. "You work out a lot?" he
asked walking over to the covered weight/workour area that abutted the
garage.

"Just about every day, at least once, sometimes twice," I explained. He
looked me over again and commented that I sure looked like it. "I'd like to
have a body like yours someday D," he said, "But I just don't think I ever
will. Never one to let go of an opportunity I replied,

"Well, you haven't seen my body nor have I seen yours so neither of us can
really comment on that. However, unless you're genetically deficient, and
it doesn't look like you are, I'm sure you could develop as nice a body as
you'd like. How old are you Keala?"

"I turned fourteen in May, why?" I went on to explain that his body was
still developing and that he could put in some serious weight training when
he was seventeen or eighteen and he'd reached most of adult size.

"Meanwhile you could be doing some weight work as well as plenty of other
things that help develop muscle, like sit ups or crunches and pushups for
instance. Studying a martial art is another way to improve your physical
condition." He seemed to be listening intently, nodding his head.

"Sooo, will you take your shirt off for me?" he asked. I nodded my head and
set my glass down, reached down and grasped the bottom of my tank top and
pulled it up over my head then dropped it on the ground and stood before
the boy, underwear only.

"Now see. I knew it," he said as he approached me. "You have an awesome
body." Keala set his glass down and did the same thing; pulling his t-shirt
off and letting it fall to the pavement. While not awesome by any means, it
was a distinct pleasure to look at, more than fitting for a newly minted
fourteen-year old boy. His pecs were clearly outlined both by the
separation of the breastbone as well as a slight crease underneath and had
nice little areolas and nipples. The center crease continued downward to
the flat surface of his belly and the beginnings of a six pac, stopping at
his belly button. From there his lower belly sloped gently into the
waistband of his underwear, his cargo shorts hanging off his hips a good
three inches lower. I could barely make out the crease of his hip bone and
there wasn't a hair in sight, other than a small smattering of short brown
fuzz under his arms.

"Nothing wrong with your body Keala," I told him, "nothing at all. So lets
see how good you look in briefs," I finished with a smile. Without a word,
the cute young teen unbuttoned the loose fitting shorts and pushed them
down, gravity taking over once they cleared the bulge of boyhood. A
respectable bulge too I might add. He was wearing briefs and, like me, they
appeared as though they hadn't been on his body all that long.  He bulged
out quite nicely and as I took the liberty of walking behind him, I saw
that he had one of those slim boy butts that bubbled out from the small of
his back in nice round orbs, accentuated nicely by the fabric of his white
briefs.

"Nooope, nothing wrong here at all in fact its all very nice Keala. I bet
you grow up into a very striking young man." The boy beamed at the praise
and thanked me. "Has anyone ever told you that you have a terrific butt?" I
asked.

He blushed at that and shook his head and thanked me for saying so. When I
came back around in front of him it seemed as though his bulge might have
moved, quite probably due to the fact that his boyhood pride and joy as
beginning to inflate. The atmosphere was pretty well sexually charged and I
felt my own cock twitch at the way things were going.

"It's getting a little warm," I said, fanning myself with my hand, "you
feel like a swim?" He nodded his head.

"Ya, I'm getting warm too he said, turning a little so that I wouldn't
notice the change taking place inside his underwear. "Should I put on my
board shorts?"

"Can if you want or you can swim in your underwear or go nude. Whatever you
feel comfortable with."

"What do you usually do?" I told him that I generally swam nude but since
this was his first time in my home and he was my guest, I would defer to
what made him feel the most comfortable.

"Well. How about underwear?" he said, then added, "At least for now
anyhow." I nodded my head and told him that was fine with me and nodded my
head toward the pool. I followed close behind him, admiring the sway of his
butt, noticing how his back dropped down into his underwear, the creases of
a small V of his tailbone.

"Yup, I could eat that" I thought to myself as I watched him dive into the
water and almost lose his briefs in the process. I went in right behind him
and surfaced about four feet from where he was treading water.

"That feels so good," he said smiling. "I needed that. Can I use the diving
board too?"

"Sure, whatever you want Keala," I told him. He swam to the edge of the
pool and climbed out, his underwear sagging down from the weight of the
water and giving me a quick view of three inches of pale boy crack before
he tugged them back into place, looking over his shoulder at me and smiling
as he did it. I watched him walk to the board, get on and walk out to the
end, the front of his briefs sagging enough to give just the barest of a
fuzz shot before he turned around. He got into position; heels extended
beyond the edge of the board, then bounced and did a perfect back dive,
cutting into the water with barely a ripple. I was fucking impressed. I
watched him swim toward me underwater, could easily see that his underwear
was tugged half off from the dive but when he surfaced, congratulated him
on his performance.

"Thanks," he said as he treaded water and tugged his briefs back up
again. "I was on the school dive team for three years. Went to state the
last two years".

"Well I can see that you know what you're doing," I told him. He seemed
pleased at my compliments then asked if I dove.

"Cannonball, can opener, and basic swan dive is about it for me ace," I
told him and he laughed, saying he was going to go again and headed for the
side of the pool, climbed out with the same result as the first time. Like
the time before, he simply hiked his saggy underwear up and went for the
board, this time performing a full flip and again, slicing the water with
his body. Again, as he swam toward me his briefs were pulled down and when
he surfaced next to me he tugged them back on.

"That was an excellent dive. I can see why you made it to state." He
thanked me then said that his darned underwear was driving him crazy
however. I suggested either leaving them off or trading them for board
shorts.  He agreed and when he got out at the side of the pool he tugged
them down and left them and headed back for the board giving me my first
full on shot of his delicious little ass. He got to the end of board and
stood there, eyes closed as he prepared but I really felt like he was
simply posing for me, allowing me to gaze at his boyhood glory. The boy was
nicely enough hung, six inches or more of pale boy cock between smooth
thighs, although being in the pool might have shrunk him some. The water
flattened his medium sized patch of hair but I could still tell that it
covered the base of that which made him boy. His balls hung slightly but
again, I assumed that normally they would be lower but that the cool water
of the pool caused them to shrivel a little bit.  Either way they appeared
smooth and hairless. I tugged my boxers off and tossed them to the side of
the pool and watched as the beautiful young teen leapt into the air and
arched backwards for yet another perfect dive. He swam toward me underwater
again only this time he got a lot more show that he figured on and when he
surface a big grin had slit his mouth.

"Cool, you took your underwear off too," he said

"I didn't want you to feel alone," I replied. He dog paddled in place in
front of me and said,

"Well, if you don't mind me saying so, you look pretty darn big down there.

"Well perhaps it may have been magnified by the water," I told him, then
added, "but feel free to duck down and get a closer inspection if you'd
like." He laughed then took a deep breath and sunk under the surface and
explored without touching, barely inches from my cock, then came back
up. He cleared his nose and eyes, breathed in and said,

"No, I don't think it's the water magnifying it. It's pretty big. Bigger
than anything I've ever seen. Your balls don't look too small either
although I bet their shrunk up some. Like mine."

"Well, I'm glad I got to help expand your knowledge of anatomy Keala." He
laughed again then asked if I wanted to get and sun a little bit." I
did. We headed toward the shallow end of the pool and as my lower end
cleared the water the boy commented,

"Nice butt D." I glanced over my shoulder and smiled.

"You're not so bad yourself you know," I commented. He said thanks but
added that he thought his butt was a little too rounded or fat or
something.

"No way, it's perfect," I said, and deciding to take a chance added, "I
like your butt."

"You do huh," he said with a smile as stepped up along side of me. Isn't
that a little strange, liking another guys butt?"

"Nope, not at all. It's more than okay to admire someone else's physical
attributes. Besides, I already told you that you've got a nice body. Why
would it be any different if I commented about a specific part of it?" We
up at pool side and he turned to face me, giving me the first close up of
his boyhood charms. "You got a nice cock too, so what do you think about
that?" This time he blushed.

"Yeah well, you got a nice cock D. Heck of a lot nicer than mine." We stood
there a moment, checking each other out with no shame or guilt.  He had
absently rubbed in his pubic hair, getting the water out, and the curl was
returning. I could see that his patch extended downward a little, along the
sides and underneath of cock and onto the base of his balls although the
rest of the bag was as smooth as the day he was born. Being in the sun even
for that brief time was allowing his balls to drop and his cock to lengthen
out to its fully deflated size.

"Your size is okay for your age Keala," I told him. "I bet you'll grow some
more. I was almost fifteen I think before I was at my full size."  He
seemed pleased with the compliment.  Then he chuckled. When I asked what he
said,

"Its just strange like, standing around naked with another guy while we
look at each other's cocks and butts and talk about em like they were
apples or something. I never done this before."

"Are you okay with it?" He nodded his head

"Yeah. It seems okay, you know, like, it shouldn't be a big deal any
way. I'm afraid though if we keep looking and talking I might cop a woody
or something though. That would be embarrassing." As a matter of fact it
looked like he was already slightly on the rise.

"Not to worry. That's a normal reaction for a boy your age and frankly it
wouldn't be the first boy bone I've seen, not by a long shot," I told
him. The boy absently tugged on his cock a little bit.

"Really. Why would you be seeing boys hard cocks D."  I pointed out that
here he was standing here, naked, slowly getting a hard on, and did he
think he's the only boy that's been here, the only young teen that's
experienced the same thing he was experiencing. He admitted that I had a
point and as he talked his point was getting farther from the ground, just
about looking at my kneecap. Mine was beginning to respond to the situation
as well a fact that did not go unnoticed.

"You too, huh?" he said, nodding at my rising appendage and I nodded my
head. "So what next D. What do you do when that happens? I mean, I know
what you probably do when you're alone but what about like now?"

"Well, that same thing can happen as if you were alone. I've had boys that
went into the bathroom to take care of business in private but I've also
been with boys who wanted to do it with me and sometimes we've done other
things as well." Of course his next question was about those behaviors
being gay and I explained to him that they weren't necessarily gay at all,
just boy exploration, a normal process for boys his age.

"What about your age though D." He had me there and since I'm not one to
dodge an issue, especially if the issue initiator is standing in front of
me with a full on chubby, I decided to just lay it out for him.

"There are guys my age and older who enjoy a same sex encounter from time
to time. They may be straight, they are often bi-sexual but most are
probably gay. For me though Keala it's about being gay, I'm gay, have known
it since before I was your age." He didn't respond to that, although he
nodded his head. By now we were both as hard as we'd ever get, my fat cock
sticking more outward while his six plus inch cock was pointing more toward
the sky. He was having difficulty keeping his hand from it or his balls,
alternating between the two and stroking one while tugging and fondling the
other, or others if you will.

"I can't get over how big your dick is," he said as he stepped even closer
to me. He started to reach for it, stopped and asked if he could touch me
and when I nodded my head he completed his move, grasping on to my cock and
feeling up and downs it's length. "God it's so hard and thick," he said
quietly, something akin to awe in his young voice. I didn't bother to ask
him, already knowing the answer, but reached out and took hold of his hard
young cock, grasping him from underneath the shaft, and did to him what he
was doing to me then stroked him. His eyes closed as soon as I took hold of
him and he used his other hand to steady himself by holding onto my
hip. When I stroked him, Keala moaned loudly.

"God I'm gonna cum really fast D."

"Do you want to cum?" I asked him. He nodded his head quickly.

"Yeah, I do. Is it okay?" I didn't answer but kept on stroking him, my palm
sliding back and forth on the underside of his swollen, perfectly shape
cock head. I got about eight strokes into it and felt him moan out as his
cock thickened in my hand. I moved faster, angling his missile at my belly
and the first squirt blasted out hitting me just below my belly button. He
produced another five squirts of warm boy sperm, all of them landing in
approximately the same place; my lower belly, my balls, my pubic hair, even
on his hand as he continued to stroke my cock. I milked his cock until the
oozing stopped and he opened his eyes.

I immediately wiped his cum from wherever I could, scooping it into the
palm of my hand then grabbing the end of my cock and jacking just on the
head. Keala took his hand away and watched while my other hand continued to
fondle him, stroking his cock and cupping his tasty balls. It didn't take
long before I reached my peak and I pointed my cock about mid torso on
Keala just in time. I generally make a fair amount of liquid and this time
was no different. I blasted seven solid jets of thick goo that splattered
the boy about four inches below his nipples on down to his smooth pubic
bone and leaving his front awash in my sperm.

"Cool," was the first thing that came out of Keala's mouth as he watched
with rapt attention at the bath he was getting. When it was finally over he
asked the obvious question, the answer to which was

"Yes, I usually make that much cum." He rubbed a finger in the goo that was
beginning to run downward toward his pubic hair, sniffed it and took a
tentative swipe at it with his tongue.

"This is all sorta hot jacking each other off and shooting sperms on each
other," he said. I agreed with him then let go of his still rock hard cock,
wiped both hands through the cum on his torso then grabbed back onto his
cock as well as his balls and massage them all, using my cum as a sort of
lotion. I stroked my tightened fist up over his still swollen cock head and
he almost fainted from the feelings.

"You like how that feels Keala?" I asked him. All he could do was nod his
pretty little head and murmur an "mmmmm." I didn't think I'd be able to
bring the boy off so quickly on the heels of his first sperming. I mean, I
knew that I could but chose not to at that time, wanting to put it off
while we cleaned up and perhaps moving on to another level of play. I
thought that his cock would look quite nice inside my mouth, and eventually
in my ass but for the moment would settle on the former.

"How about if we clean off Keala?" asked, bringing him out of his reverie.
He agreed with me and I told him to follow me and headed into the house,
the shower in my room being the ultimate destination.  We could just as
easily jumped into the pool and cleaned off that way but I wanted to change
playgrounds and the easiest way to do that was to get into the vicinity of
the playground that I had in mind and taking a shower was the easiest and
seemingly most natural way to do that. Young teenage boys tend to be a
little skittish during their first forays into the sexual arena with
another partner, especially if that partner is an adult. I was hoping that
the boy would make the link and thus the suggestion of using my bed for the
next round, assuming there would be another round. Given the hardness of
his teenage cock, it was a fair assumption.