The Paperboy

By Daniel Pereira
progenyofthestars@gmail.com

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for the purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be attempted in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.

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The Paperboy

Summary

14 year old Brandon delivers newspapers in his neighborhood. On a hot summer day, a couple invite him in for a drink. Brandon soon learns that some people don't believe modesty is necessary for boys.

Story

It was a hot sunny day in the middle of summer and Brandon was walking through his neighborhood with a heavy bag of newspapers. Sweat was pouring from his forehead and neck and trickling down his tanned chest. As he walked to his next house, he saw a man who looked to be in his early thirties mowing the lawn in front of his fence. When the man saw him, he stopped his mower and took off his earmuffs.

'Hey kid, you look like you could really use a drink. My wife made some lemonade. Why don't you come on in for a quick break?'

'Um, alright. Thanks.' said Brandon. He really was very thirsty at this point. The man led the way to his front door.

'Shoes off please.' said the man as he undid the laces of his sneakers.

Brandon was wearing sandals and took them off, then took his shoulder bag of newspapers off and placed it next to them. The strap of the bag was saturated in his sweat. A woman of about the same age as the man came to the door and greeted him. She was very pretty and Brandon felt a bit shy in front of her without a shirt.

'Hello there!' she said to Brandon with a puzzled smile. 'Who's this babe?' she asked her husband. 'The paperboy! He just needs a drink. I offered him some of your lovely lemonade.' said the man as he walked inside. He gave her a quick peck on the lips.

Brandon was led to a small round table in the kitchen where he sat down with the man while his wife took out a pitcher from the fridge and a few glasses from a cupboard above.

'Hot out there, eh?' said the husband as he peeled off his soaked T-shirt revealing a chest of black hair. Brandon gazed at the rug of hair curiously. 'Don't worry, you'll get some soon.' said the man before giving Brandon wink. Brandon smiled. 'How old are you kid?' he asked. '14.' replied Brandon. The man nodded. 'I was as smooth as you when I was 14.' the man said as he reached over and stroked Brandon's chest. His wife came to the table, set a glass in front of Brandon and poured him some of the lemonade. Her husband slapped her on the butt at the same time which caused her to lurch forward slightly and tip some of the lemonade onto Brandon's lap. Brandon gasped at the feeling of the cold liquid hitting his lap. The man's mischevious grin was quickly replaced by a look of shock followed by remorse.

'You idiot!' shouted his wife with a smile. She was clearly trying not to laugh. 'Sorry little dude.' said the man. 'Let's get you cleaned up.' He got up and grabbed Brandon by the arm before leading him to the bathroom while his wife wiped the chair and table. 'It's alright man. I can go home and change.' said Brandon. 'Nope. Not happening. I'm not sending you home like this. Shorts off.' Brandon didn't really mind taking his shorts off in front of another guy so he took them off and handed them over. But his briefs were soaked too. 'Briefs too.' the man nodded down at Brandon's briefs. The bathroom door was still open.

'Can you close the door?' asked Brandon. 'Don't be silly. You're just a boy.' the man responded impatiently as he got down on one knee and whisked Brandon's briefs down. 'Step out of them.' commanded the man. Brandon cupped his genitals but complied.

The man liberally applied stain remover to the front and inside of Brandon's briefs and shorts before throwing them into the washing machine that was in the bathroom. He tipped in some detergent and started the cycle.

'Let's look at the damage on you.' said the man as he turned back to Brandon. 'Move your hands.' he said firmly. Brandon was feeling very vulnerable at this point without access to his clothes so he did as he was told. The man placed one hand on Brandon's hip and ran his other hand over the boy's genitals and thighs. Brandon gasped and took a step back. He tripped and fell into the bathtub. 'Why'd you do that for?!' shouted the man. His wife appeared at the doorway looking concerned. 'Is everything alright?' she asked. Brandon quickly covered his groin with his hands, stood up and stepped out of the tub.

'Honey, can you get a wash cloth and a bucket of soapy water? His front area is a bit sticky from the lemonade. I'm gonna make sure he's cleaned up before he goes home.' the man asked. His wife left the bathroom. 'Now, are you going to be difficult or can we get through this?' asked the man looking steadily into Brandon's dark eyes. Brandon was almost in tears. 'You're not supposed to touch me there.' he said quietly. 'I'll touch you wherever I need to. You can clean yourself if you want but if you don't do it properly, I'll have to take over.' replied the man.

The woman returned with a bucket and cloth and handed them to the man. 'I'll leave you boys to it.' she said smiling at Brandon before leaving. 'Stand in the tub.' the man ordered. Brandon got into the bathtub. The man handed the cloth to him and placed the bucket in the tub. He left the bathroom for a moment and returned with a towel which he left on the edge of the bathtub. 'I'm going to have my drink. Come out when you're done.' he said before walking out leaving the door open. Brandon quickly began cleaning his groin with the soapy water. He quickly dried himself, wrapped the towel around his hips and left the bathroom. The man and woman were watching TV in the lounge.

'Come here kid. Let's have a look at you.' said the man. Brandon nervously walked toward the man. The man reached forward and tried to pull the towel off Brandon but Brandon grabbed his towel and held on like his life depended on it. He tried to pull away but the man was too strong and pulled Brandon into his lap. He pulled the boy's hands off the towel before finally wrestling the towel off him. He passed the towel to his wife who took it to the bathroom. 'What is up with this kid?' she asked her husband as she returned. By that point her husband had Brandon firmly in his lap with one arm wrapped tightly across the boy's torso and arms and one arm holding his thighs down. 'I have no idea. I'm just trying to help him.' replied the man. He snaked a hand from the boy's thighs to his genitals and began feeling them.

'Honey can you go get the bucket and cloth? The kid is still sticky.'

'Sure babe.' replied the wife.
Brandon was panting from his struggles and now just slumped back against the man's hairy chest feeling defeated. He didn't even react when he felt the wet cloth being rubbed across his upper thighs and genitals. However, the man was taking his time with the process and before Brandon realized what happened, he had a full erection.

'Aw, the little boy is happy now.' the woman said. The man laughed.

Brandon began to cry. The man wrapped his arms around him and hugged him. 'It's alright kid. It happens. It's just part of growing up.' He then resumed cleaning the boy's genitals with the damp cloth. He grabbed the boys shaft and began cleaning the head of his penis thoroughly with the cloth. Brandon started to have a funny feeling in his stomach. He started to fidget and tried to get up but the man raised one hand and held him down by the chest. He started to moan out of pleasure but also fear at what was happening to him. He curled his toes and tried to move around as much as possible to try getting away from the cloth and to distract himself from the building sensation.

'I think I'm gonna pee!' shouted Brandon urgently.

'What?' asked the man as he wrapped the cloth around Brandon's shaft and began rubbing it up and down. The woman turned her head from the TV to look at what was going on.

Before anyone knew what was happening, Brandon arched his back and let out a sharp groan as a volley of white fluid shot out of his penis and into the air before landing on the man's hand that was on his chest.

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