From: Avitar Subject: Repost - 'Calvin - The Paper Boy' Date: Mon, 30 Jun 1997 21:25:17 -0500 Disclaimer: IF YOUR ARE LEGALLY UNDERAGE TO VIEW OR READ SEXUALLY EXPLICIT MATERIALS - STOP NOW. THIS SHORT STORY CONTAINS EXPLICIT SEXUAL ACTS BETWEEN CONSENTING MALES. ALL CHARACTERS IN THIS WORK OF TOTAL FICTION ARE BETWEEN THE AGES OF 16 - 28 YO. Notice : Even though this story is written in "I" narrative, it is total fiction. Any similarity between any character in this story and any real person is purely coincidental. "Calvin - The Paper Boy" By Avitar avitar_two@hotmail.com Timeline for Calvin - Early 70's Toby was eighteen when we met and I was twenty-four. He was somewhat shy, introverted and new to the gay scene. He was better than average looking and was attractive to many. He was sincere, honest and expressed his feelings easily. Everyone was envious of our relationship from the start. They felt he had been snatched from the available market before anyone had a chance to sample him. As he matured, about three years, he began to feel that he had missed something by becoming attached to me so soon after coming out. I began to sense his "wander-lust" and knew rough times were ahead for us. Over the next year I began to feel he was starting to lie about his feelings for certain other people. The "smoking-gun" situations were getting more numerous. After four years our relationship had deteriorated to the point that he had moved out of our apartment. We still saw each other occasionally. He told me he still loved me but just had to see what else was out there. I was still deeply in love with him and was not handling our new situation well at all. Every time I saw him with someone else, my guts would twist up with burning fire. I was miserable. It was time for a change. I worked for a large national company as an assistant store manager. I requested a transfer to a different city, if a suitable position became available. About two months later a manager's position opened at a smaller store in a city 300 miles away in a different state. Even though the new city was only about one fourth the size of where I was now living, I decided to take the position. After I had accepted, I started having some misgivings about the new location. There were only two gay bars and there really was not a gay part of town. Through some friends I learned of an apartment complex that was about 40% gay and rented a unit there. Things brightened up a bit at that point. It was a small two bedroom on the ground level beside the pool. I was delighted as the living room windows over- looked the sun deck. It was now late fall and I thought this location could be interesting in the summer. I got settled in my new apartment and at the new store. All the employees at the store seemed nice enough and I felt I would be happy there. The gay scene at the bars was another matter, I had been twice and was not impressed. I had not seen anyone, attached or unattached, that I thought came close to comparing to Toby. Hope the selection gets better, I thought. Being a creature of habit, I am always up early so I can down a half pot of coffee while reading the daily paper. I was pleased to learn that my paper appeared at my door by 6 am each morning. In fact, I was usually sitting in my living room savoring my first cup when I could see the boy enter the courtyard on the other side of the pool and could hear the thud of the papers as he tossed them. Soon I had the timing down pat and would open the door as he walked away. One morning as I reached for the door, I didn't hear the thud, but instead a soft knock. I opened the door and the boy was standing there holding my paper out to me. " I knew you were probably already up so I thought I would introduce myself, I'm Calvin your paperboy", he chirped. "Hi Calvin, I'm David" "Glad to meet you, gotta run, See Ya", he responded as he handed me the paper and started down the walk. Nice boy, I thought to myself. He wasn't very large in statue. I could tell by his voice that he was probably older than the 12 or 13 he appeared. His hair was dirty blond, long, almost to his shoulders and looked like he had forgotten to comb it that morning. His eyes were a light blue / gray and he had a nice smile. His face was the typical, good looking kid. The next morning, our timing was excellent, I opened the door as he was about to toss. He stopped in mid swing, walked over and handed me the paper with a cheerful, "Morning". "Morning", I replied as he turned and headed for the next door. The next morning he met me at the door as I opened it. "Say, that coffee sure smells good". "Would you like some?" I asked "Yeah, but I really don't have the time" "I have an old plastic cup you can take with you." "That'll be great", he beamed. "What do you take in it?" "Black with a little sugar". I fixed the cup and handed it to him. "Thanks, I really need this, it's starting to get a little chilly out here.....I'll bring your cup back", he said as he slipped away from the door. The next morning he tried to return the cup but I refilled it for him and told him not to worry about the old cup. After that, it became a morning ritual. He arrived with my paper and left with his cup of coffee. One morning he casually asked if I was married. I told him no, but that I had come close once. That ended his inquiry and he never mentioned it again. One week-end he came to my apartment to collect for the paper. I invited him inside to wait while I wrote a check. This was his first time inside since he always waited at the door for his coffee. When I returned from the bedroom, he was admiring my new component stereo system. I gave him a little demo and he was very impressed. He was even more impressed with my record collection. He wanted to know if it was okay to bring over some of his records and play them. I assured him it would be okay. Over the next few months he arrived at various times with records in hand. We would spend a couple of hours listening to music but we never had any lengthy conversations. Once he brought his girl friend. She was a very pretty girl but I felt she was a little to shy and reserved for my taste. Several months had passed and summer was near. I was hoping my life would change for the better and soon. I had picked up a few people at the bars but nothing had lasted past one night. I was really having a hard time getting over Toby. I had not found that magical person to replace him. I wasn't really depressed but lonely feelings haunted me most of my time away from work. My only true bright spot was my cheery "Mornings" from Calvin each day when he delivered my paper. It was like a mood kick start for the day. I was always a little sad if someone else delivered when he was sick or when I over slept and missed him. It was a warm Saturday in June and I was looking forward to laying out by the pool and soaking some rays. My doorbell rang. As I opened the door, I'm sure my mouth dropped from surprise. There stood Calvin with his collection book and no shirt. I couldn't believe this kid's chest. It looked like someone had taken an average size person and compacted him. His pecs were chiseled and his stomach was flat and ridged. He looked as if he spent his every waking hour lifting weights. I had never seen a person his size with so much muscle tone. "Hi David, here to collect" "Come on in", I replied. His beauty nearly took my breathe away and my heart had quickened. My mind flashed, God if this kid was older and gay, I would be in heaven. The only thing I could stammer was "I didn't know you worked out with weights so much" as I gestured towards his chest. He sort of blushed as he glanced down, "Me, no, just kinda' natural I guess, don't have to work at it". I was envious. I offered him a coke while he waited and he accepted. I wrote out the check and handed it to him. I noticed that he had a thoughtful expression on his face, like he was wanting to say something. "Something wrong?", I asked. "No, but I was wondering if I could talk to you about something", he offered. "Sure, go ahead". "Well, I have a problem with my girl friend....I thought maybe you could help." "Well, Calvin, I'm not sure, I'm not a teenager any more...don't you have a best friend you can ask?" "Hell No, I can't tell him I'm a virgin", he exclaimed. Needless to say, that remark got my attention. He went on to explain that he had dated his girl friend for almost two years (since he was 14) and really liked her. However, she was a little old fashioned and wouldn't let him in her pants....she was saving it for marriage (what a novel idea). She would rub him thru his jeans and he could rub her thru her panties, but no flesh to flesh touching. He stayed so horny that he jacked-off all the time thinking about what it would be like to fuck her. He had led all his friends to believe he was getting pussy all the time. Then he dropped the bomb-shell... "Hell, man, sometimes I get so horny that I think about letting one of these god-damn fags around here, suck my dick," he said as he waved his beautiful arms in the air. "Fags?" I questioned. "Yeah, all these single guys that live here are cock-suckers, they are always asking to suck me," he explained. Before I thought, I blurted out "I'm single," and immediately regretted it. His expression changed to a troubled one and he stammered for the right words, "You're not one are you?.....Oh Jesus....I'm sorry .....I didn't mean ....Oh fuck man....I didn't .....I ....I need to go man". "Wait Calvin, don't go" "Oh fuck man, I really didn't mean it, I'm sorry, I've gotta go", he repeated as he went thru the door. I felt really bad that I had opened my mouth but also felt he would have probably figured it out sooner or later. For the next few days, Calvin changed his route and threw my paper first instead of last in the courtyard. By the time I got to the door, he had already moved on and I didn't want to create any disturbance outside. Finally, I decided to just wait outside and confront him. When he saw me froze in his tracks and started trying to apologize. I asked him if he would come inside so we could talk in private. He agreed. Once inside , he tried to start again with the "sorry" bit. I asked him to please stop and explained to him I wasn't offended. I told him I considered him a friend and I was afraid he wouldn't want that anymore. "Heck no, your cool man, I like you....it's just I didn't know....I'm sorry....." Stop saying your sorry ," I said, almost screaming. I explained to him that not all homosexuals were alike. Some you can tell, some you can't. I also explained to him that his body was very desirable to people like me. He asked me if I thought he was good looking, being how we was kinda short and all. Now that was a loaded question. If I answered No, I would probably hurt his feelings. If I answered Yes, he might think I was trying to get into his pants. What a decision, especially since sucking his dick had entered my mind in the last couple of days, more than once. "Well Calvin,.......yes, I do think you are a very hot young man and if you were a little older, I would probably be chasing you all over town trying to get in your pants." I slowly explained. He smiled, "I will let you if you want to". "Calvin, you need to really think about this before you say that." "I already have, I beat off yesterday thinking what it would be like with you, I think I really want my first to be with you." I stood up and held out my hand, he took it and followed me to the bedroom. I sat on the edge of the bed and asked, "Are you really sure?" He grabbed the buttons on jeans, pulled them open and dropped them to his knees taking his underwear with them. His cock was so fucking beautiful. About six inches of thick muscle with a perfectly shaped head that was slightly smaller than the thick shaft. His balls, each about the size of a walnut, hung in a smooth sack but were beginning to draw up in his excitement. He already had a soft patch of pubic hair as befitted his 16 years. His breathing was becoming heavy and I was mesmerized watching his muscles contract in shear anticipation of what was to come. I knew he was fully primed and wasn't going to last very long once I started. I decided to forgo any foreplay as I didn't think his load would survive it. I wanted his first time to be so very special. He leaned back against the dresser, threw his head back and groaned, "Pleeeeezzze". I leaned forward and sunk my mouth on his throbbing tool all the way to his balls. I heard the gurgling in his throat as he uttered, " Oh, shit man, I think I"m gonna cum". I sucked furiously wanting to fully suction the cum out of his dick. In another five seconds, all I heard was "Oh Fuck" as his boy load blasted the back of my throat. I continued to suck until he started sinking to his knees, trembling from shear joy. I pulled him to me and hugged. He hugged back and we stayed in that embrace for at least two minutes. Afterwards, we sat and talked. He didn't think he was a Homo but sure did like what had happened. He made it very clear that if I wanted, he was very willing to accommodate me. Surprisingly, he was concerned about me and offered to jerk me off. I told him that could wait for a later time as I didn't want him doing anything he might regret later. I knew I was really starting to care about this kid even though I didn't consider myself a boy-lover. I also knew that anything permanent with him, probably would never happen. I didn't care. For the time being, I was no longer thinking of Toby, and it felt wonderful to be free of him at last. My life changed dramatically from that day forward. Almost every morning, he wanted a quickie instead of his usual cup of coffee. He was always so primed by the time he got there, it rarely took him more than three minutes to pump me his love juice. I had not learned my lesson with Toby about young boys, I was falling totally in love again. I knew I was going to get hurt but I couldn't stop. On my week-ends off, Calvin would always spend several hours with me getting his cock sucked as many times as he could get it up. He was always thinking of new positions, some of them almost impossible, to ram his meat in my mouth. He also loved for me to suck his balls and kiss his body all over. The only things he seemed to dislike was any attention to his asshole and kissing. I think he felt that if he liked those, he would be too much like a girl. Never on weekday mornings, but always on week-ends, he would jack me off. He had become very good at it having learned to massage my balls while jacking. Sometimes he would even suck on my tits. But no kissing and no cocksucking. He did love to hug, like he couldn't get enough. Calvin had called one Friday night, horny, and wanted to come over. This was strange since he usually spent his night time with his girlfriend. I was secretly hoping he would eventually give up on her, but it hadn't happened yet. I was delighted at this visit as my night times had become a little lonely. Now that I was totally in love with this kid and the bars really had nothing to offer me in his place. I was ready by the time Calvin arrived and by the look in his eyes he was too. He ordered me to strip and hit the bed. He was scrambling out of his clothes and I knew what he wanted. His favorite position was for me to lie on my back and he would assume the push-up position over me. He would start his exercise and fuck my face with each push-up. It always amazed me at his stamina. He climbed on top me and poled my mouth in the usual manner. In no time I was swallowing his ever sweet load. He slid down and lay on top me with head on my chest. We lay there about five minutes until he looked up me with a devilish grin. He scrambled up my body and shoved his rock hard cock in my mouth and told me to suck him better than the last time. He knew that would turn me on and he was right. Again, I sucked down another load from his tight balls. Now he wanted us to take a shower together. It was our usual sensual shower but no sex. When we got back to the bed, he wanted to lay on his back with me between his legs and suck him off, reeeaaal slow. I was all too happy as I really loved to slow suck his beautiful pole. I loved to feel his muscle respond to the slow lapping of my tongue as it slid in and out. When ever I slow sucked, he would wither and moan in constant pleasure. This night was no exception. In the end, he grabbed my head as he shoved his dick into my throat and pumped out another monster load. We lay for several minutes until his breathing returned to normal. Finally, he looked me in the eye and said, "Your Turn". He slid down between my legs and began to jack me. I closed my eyes in ecstacy as his fingers did their magic. Suddenly, his hand slowed and I felt my cock entering his hot wet mouth. I tried to sit up in astonishment, but he placed his free hand on my chest and pushed me back down. His mouth started to suck me as his head bobbed up and down. He had no experience but I didn't care. I was so aroused that my load was building faster than I wanted but there was no stopping it. I wanted to cum in his mouth but knew he probably would freak out his first time. I warned him I was cumming and he pulled off. He jerked me a few tugs and I blew my load in his face. He slid up my body again, laid his cum soaked face on my chest and wrapped his arms and legs around me. We stayed in that position for nearly twenty minutes. Suddenly, he raised up and said he had to go home. I asked if he wanted to take a shower but he didn't have time. He took a wash cloth, wiped his face and quickly dressed. At the door, he reached up for my face and said "Kiss Me". It was only a peck but wonderful to me just the same as this was his first with me. As he slipped out the door, I whispered "See you in the morning". I thought I detected tears as he turned the corner and waved. Finally, I thought he was beginning to truly love me and I could hardly wait til morning. When I got up the next morning, my paper was already there. I was disappointed. On Sunday morning, I was waiting but an old man was delivering. I was worried, that meant Calvin was sick. On Monday morning, I was waiting again when I saw him enter on the other side. I waited and opened the door. It wasn't Calvin but some other kid. I asked if Calvin was sick. Who's Calvin?", he asked. "The kid that throws this route" I gruffed. "Oh him,.... I think they said he moved or something" I was speechless, I was numb, I felt dead inside. I hurt !!!!!! I knew then that our last night together had been his goodbye. The next morning while drinking my coffee, the phone rang. I answered but they hung up. Wrong number, I thought. The next morning, the phone rang again and they hung up again....I knew who it was. I was waiting the next morning when the phone rang and answered on the first ring, "Calvin, Talk to Me", I spat. I heard sniffling, "I just wanted to tell you I love you and I'm sorry I couldn't tell you goodbye." Before I could respond, he hung up. He never called again. Now I never think of Toby,....................... now it's........................................