I loved my paper route

Here goes, a story true from my past thinking about it now because of the lack of newspaper deliveries, or printed news as it was had me thinking. How will you pervy dads, or horny curious boys get their kicks.

I loved having pocket money growing up and helping the family if I could and had many jobs, but I think my favorite was the paper route’s I had. I delivered on different routes and always had money in my pocket, but some of the life experiences I had you never forget.

We were responsible for making collections for our deliveries and I found that Sundays were the best time for that. The Sunday newspaper’s were always bigger because of the weekly sales advertisements, but it seemed everyone was usually home and you could pretty quickly figure what time people started their day. I had a select few I always saved to the end of my route, but didn’t mind backtracking because they were special customers.

Mr. Robert’s was one of my usual first customers to go back and deliver as well as collect from. His wife would tell me he was in his work shop downstairs and when cold out she would have hot cocoa waiting when I would come back up. This couple maybe in their 50’s-60’s, I didn’t know, or care they were very nice to me. This morning as always she told me he was waiting for his paper and to pay me in the workshop. I entered the hallway and opened the basement door to always that same smell of fresh cut wood. I walked into the shop and there as usual stood Mr Robert’s standing behind his table one hand leaning against the wall with his cock hanging out of his zipper. He told me to leave the paper on the bench next to my money. I made the exchange and pushed the money into my pocket then walked around the table towards Mr. Roberts.

I reached out and touched his cock and felt it move in my hand and heard him moan as his cock started growing in my hand I gave it a squeeze and he moaned again. He put his hand on my head and lightly pushed me down to my knees, he knew I didn’t need coaxing but I think it was what he liked. He had my small pillow on the floor in front of him and I was kneeling and licking his cock head lightly and then taking his cock into my mouth feeling it grow larger. Mr. Roberts wasn’t huge, but had about a 6”+ cut cock fat with a very big bulbous cockhead that I found he loved having a lot of attention paid to it. I didn’t mind paying it that attention either because I liked hearing him moan as I licked and sucked on it and this morning was no different as he was moaning when I sucked his knob head into my lips and licked his piss slit. I heard a noise behind me and looked up usually into his eyes looking back, but the noise distracted his attention to the stairs.

I was about to drop his cock from my mouth, but he took a hold and slowly pushed his fat cock into the back of my throat, I took cue and started bobbing up and down on his fat cock making sure to give his cock head a lick when I came up. I looked up and Mr. Roberts was looking down and smiled as we heard the noise again, but I didn’t stop as he looked again back at the stairs. I had always wondered what Mrs. Roberts thought went on down in his shop, but was certain today if she didn’t know, she now did. I knew Mr. Roberts was going to be giving me my tip soon, as always he liked to take a hold of my head and finish by fucking my mouth. This morning was no different and as he took a hold of my head I started my vacuum sucking of his fat cock as he pump fucked my mouth until he started moaning and filling my mouth with his cum. He held his cock between my lips as I licked and sucked all of his sperm and he slid his cock from my mouth and patted me on the head like he would a pet.

He helped me to my feet and as we had come accustomed, I showed him his cum and then swallowed it. We then heard Mrs. Robert’s yell my cocoa was ready, as he patted me again on my ass and he said someday he wanted to see my ass, but not now go get my cocoa. I smiled and left him to his project and headed back upstairs where my hot chocolate was waiting and as usual a glass of water. It was now obvious she knew exactly what was going on, but was maybe just interested in watching a little today. I finished my drinks as Mrs. Robert’s smiled and said we would see you next week, I waved and thought about who I collect from next Ralph, or Mr. Jackson, both were very good tippers.