MY PAPER ROUND
'The farm hands'
A SHORT STORY BY XAVIER
Hello, someone told me that you liked to hear about teenage boys, especially what they get up to when they feel horny, have a wank, shoot their cum, etc. Well, my name is Chris. I am sixteen years old, and I just love to wank my prick and shoot my spunk. I love having my prick sucked, would you like to do it for me? Anyway, I thought I would write to you and tell you about what happened to me a few months ago, when I started a new paper round.
I have two brothers, both of them are older than me and have left school. Adrian is a car mechanic and Matthew, who is eighteen, is an apprentice electrician. Adrian is twenty by the way. Both of them always seem to have lots of money, they can go and buy whatever they want. Me, on the other hand, I never have enough to get that new CD or that fabulous computer game, I have to rely on a measly 2.50 pocket money which my dad gives me.
Anyway, I was reading the free newspaper one night and saw this ad. 'Boys and girls wanted to deliver this paper'. It went on to list the areas they wanted people to deliver in, an' I noticed that where I live was listed. I asked my mum and dad if I could apply. They said it would be okay as it would give me an idea of the value of money if I had to go and earn it myself. I rang the number in the ad. and they took down my name and address. About a week later a letter came for me, it was from the local shop in the village asking me if I was still interested in delivering the free papers and if I was, to go down an' see them.
When I got there the owner of the shop asked me some questions as to how old I was etc. I think he liked me 'cause it wasn't long before I was out on my first paper round. As well as delivering the free papers once a week in the afternoons, I agreed to do a morning and afternoon round as well, it was all extra money. It was during one of these rounds which the experience I want to tell you about took place.
The round I did was out in the country but, as I live in a small village, the country isn't that far away. The whole thing used to take about an hour. I delivered to large detached houses, bungalows, cottages and a few isolated farms. One of the farms was called 'Hilltop' and it didn't take a genius to work out why for it was at the top of one of the steepest hills in the area. It was a long, hard struggle for me to ride my drop handled racing bike up the steep slope and along the rough farm track which, when it rained, was very muddy, its many potholes quickly filling with water. By the time I pushed the various newspapers through the farmhouse door I was nearly always sweating buckets.
The farm , I discovered, is a dairy farm which produces cheese and butter. They have a very large herd of cows which I would see being herded to and fro' by a couple of young farm hands. They didn't seem much older than myself and only looked about 18 or so. One thing which seemed strange to me though was that they always seemed to be in the farmyard, night and morning, when I delivered the papers, and they weren't always herding cows. I thought they must work very long hours. Another thing I felt was that they always seemed to be watching me, my every movement, from the moment they saw me coming up the farm track to when I rode off again. It didn't worry me though, I can look after myself.
Anyway, after a few months, I arrived at the farm one hot and sunny afternoon for my normal delivery. As usual, I had come straight from school and was still wearing my uniform, apart from my blazer, which I had left in the shop because it was so hot. By the time I had reached the farm yard I was really hot, I was sweating so much that I could feel my white shirt beginning to stick to my back, under my arms and to my chest, I noticed that it had become slightly transparent in the process and my hard brown teenage nipples could been seen clearly through it.
It was not only my shirt which was damp, my trousers also had begun to stick to my legs and up the crack of my arse where the bike seat had been. As I never wear underpants the thin black material rode easily between my cheeks. I quite like the feeling of them clinging to my bum, it makes me feel sort of sexy. I became aware that my teenage prick was now semi-erect and, as my trousers were tight enough around the top of my legs to stop it falling down, formed a nice little bulge where it matters most.
As I got off my bike the two young farm hands came over to me. As they had not spoken a word to me before I was quite surprised when one of them said "All right then mate? You look fuckin' hot." "Yeah," I replied. "It's hard work riding up that hill." I walked over to the farmhouse door and took a paper from my bright orange bag. As I was pushing it through the letterbox I could see the two lads watching me out of the corner of my eye. I turned to go back to my bike and was suddenly very aware that my prick had become fully erect and was pointing, slightly upwards, towards my right pocket. I knew it must be clearly visible. As I walked, the motion of the material rubbing over my fully exposed knob end only served to heighten my state of arousal, I knew it would not go down quickly.
The two lads were now standing right next to my bike. As I approached, I knew they were looking at my crotch. "Bloody hell," exclaimed one, "you're better hung than the fuckin' bull we have in the top field." Both of them had a smirk on their face. "Seein' as you're such a hot little lad, how would you like to come into the milking shed with us and we can give you a nice, long, cool glass of milk straight from the fridge." I was really hot and thirsty, and to be honest, the thought of them noticing my hard on, quite excited me, so I said I would love a drink and followed them into the milking shed.
The bigger of the lads went to a small fridge just inside the very modern building. "You do like cold milk don't you kid?" he said, again with a smirk on his face. "I'm so hot and thirsty, I think anything will do." As he handed me a large glass of cold milk I turned around and noticed that the other lad was wheeling my bike into the building. "Oh, so anything will do then will it?" he said as he pushed the bike over to me.
I'll just pause here to tell you a bit about the farm hands. They each wore faded blue jeans and Doc Marten boots. One had a check shirt on, the other a see through vest/tee shirt sort of thing, I could see his tits through it. The lads were very well proportioned and also seemed 'Well hung'. Their jeans clung to their tight little teenage arses, which made my pulse race, wondering what was going to happen next.
It didn't take long for me to finish my glass of milk, I was so thirsty. "Thanks a lot lads. I'd better be off now, I've more papers to deliver." "Now there's gratitude for you. We are kind enough to give you a drink and now you want to rush straight off. Have a rest and cool off a bit, I'm sure people won't mind waiting a bit longer for their papers. What's your name?" I told them my name was Christopher and they said that their names were Dave and Mike, Mike being the biggest and the one in the check shirt. "How old are you then?" asked Mike. "Sixteen." "Do you always sweat so much? you're fuckin' soaked." "I only sweat a lot when I ride up that hill, it's so steep." "Why have you got such a big hard on then Chris?" he continued. I felt embarrassed by his direct question and could feel myself blushing. "Now then Mike, you're making him blush," sniggered Dave. "I think it's because I have been pedalling so hard on my bike, my dick's been rubbing on my trousers." "Surely you mean its been rubbing inside your underpants, don't you Chris?" I felt even more embarrassed. "Er, no. I don't ever wear any." "Fancy that then," chuckled Mike as he gave Dave a wink. "It wouldn't be then, I suppose," said Dave, "because you are a randy school kid being turned on by all this heat then?" He leaned on the handlebars of my bike as he spoke.
"Shall we let you into a little secret Chris?" "What's that then?" "We've been watchin' you for the last couple of weeks." "Why? What do you mean?" "Don't look so worried kid. We think you're really cute, don't we Mike?" Mike looked at me with a grin and said, "Yeah, really cute." Again I could feel myself blushing at being called cute. "Do you know what we mean Chris?" continued Mike. "Yes I think so. Do you mean you fancy me?" I was secretly hoping that they would say yes but couldn't seem too eager. Mike's tone of voice suddenly changed. "Do we fancy you? Not fuckin' half boy. Not fuckin' half. We'll show you just how much, are you game?" Without thinking I just said "Yes." "Well get on your bike then Chris, just get on your bike." I did as Mike said. As I sat there on my saddle, one foot on the ground the other on my pedal, the crotch of my trousers became even more pronounced as it was pushed both upwards and forwards. "You sexy little wanker. You must love showing off that bulge in your trousers otherwise you wouldn't wear them so tight. You're just begging for it aren't you Chris?"
As I said, Mike seemed to have a different tone to his voice now, it was more determined, more powerful, almost like a teacher, I definitely thought he was in command. "Now then Chris, you said that you'd drink anything didn't you?" "Well yes, I suppose I did." "Well you've had some ice cold milk and you liked it didn't you?" "Yes, it was great." The smirk on Mike's face grew even bigger. "How do you fancy some hot milk then Chris. Hot, double cream milk?" Dave then stood right in front of my bike and took hold of the handlebars whilst Mike got a small wooden box and placed it to one side of me. Standing on the box he said, "Want to see some real Johnny then Chris?" "Course he does. Just give it to him Mike," urged Dave. "Give him a drink of fresh double dairy milk, hot from your Johnny." Mike quickly unzipped his jeans and struggled to release his already erect teenage penis from the confines of the faded and worn denim material. I was amazed at the thickness of it.
Dave grabbed my hands and made me place them on my drop handlebars where he held them firmly. At the same time Mike grabbed my head and forced it towards his hard erect shaft which was now jutting from his flies. "Get this fucker in your mouth then, you randy little cock sucking paperboy." I pretended to object and struggled a bit, but I was loving every minute. As I got closer to his knob I could smell the pissy aroma, I could also see the clear fluid which was oozing from his piss slit, which was gaping wide. "Come on, come on, get the thing in your gob then, stop pissing about. I can't hold my load much longer." Mike was shaking with excitement as he screamed his orders at me. I then felt his hot and shiny knob end enter my mouth.
As I felt around his knob end with the tip of my tongue, I noticed how smooth it felt. I continued to lick him and could feel him trying to force more and more of his prick into my mouth, deeper and deeper towards the back of my throat. With one big thrust, his knob end felt as though it had hit my tonsils and I began to splutter. "Fuckin' hell. Fuckin' 'ell! You're gonna get your hot milk now kid." Mike's bum cheeks tensed and I could feel his shaft stiffen even more, then, much to my own excitement, I felt his hot, thick teenage jack juice spurt from the end of his prick. He was going berserk as spurt after spurt hit the back of my throat. I gulped as quickly as I could so as not to lose a drop of it. I didn't want them calling me chicken if I spat it out.
My own prick was fully erect and aching for attention. The pre-cum which was dripping from it was causing a damp patch to appear through the black material of my trousers and the shape of my knob end could be seen clearly through the thin material. Pulling his wet cock from my mouth and with a grin on his face, Mike said "Did you like that then Chris? Did you enjoy your hot milk?"
"Come on, move over then Mike, it's my turn now," said Dave as he let go of the handlebars and gestured to Mike. They quickly changed places and Mike held my hands on the handlebars. "If you like milk shakes then, you tight arsed little wanker, I'll give you a double. Get your hot gob around this!" Again I witnessed a stiff teenage dick being released from tight denim but with one difference. This time I was presented with an even bigger prick than a few moments ago, which surprised me as Dave was smaller built than Mike. With as much force, if not more, as Mike had used, Dave pushed his throbbing knob end into my mouth. I think he had got so excited at watching Mike drop his lot into my throat, that he couldn't wait to do the same. Before I even had time to lick his knob he was pulsating in my mouth and I felt the warm fluid covering my tongue only this time, unlike Mike, who had pushed his shaft ever deeper into my throat as he was coming, he removed his prick half way through and sprayed the remainder of his thick white cum into my face. "Have some beauty cream, you little cock sucker, and have some on your schoolboy crotch as well." He quickly stepped off the box and placed the tip of his still spurting dick between my legs, leaving a noticeable deposit on the black material of my trousers.
"Did you have to do that?" I said. "That'll leave a mark now." I was worried as my mum was bound to see it and ask how it had got there and what it was. "Don't worry kid. People will think you dropped some ice cream on your lap. They certainly won't think it's boy spunk that's for sure, you're too cute and innocent looking for that. You do like ice cream don't you?" Dave chuckled.
From the look on my face, and the bulge in my trousers, the lads knew my own prick was quickly reaching the point of no return. Without another word Dave quickly grabbed my arms and held them behind my back so that I couldn't get off my bike. "Don't want you getting cold feet now then, do we Chris?" he whispered into my ear. Mike started to push my hard cock down the leg of my trousers. It was a difficult job as it was so stiff, but he wasn't going to give up and eventually he got it pointing down the seam of my right leg, which was the one resting on the floor. Slowly, Mike started to stroke the length of my prick, paying particular attention to the ridge of my knob, he knew where I was most sensitive all right. "Come on then Chris, let's see what else a paperboy can deliver then." I wasn't expecting this. It was bad enough having some of Dave's spunk ON my trousers. I wasn't too keen on dropping my own load IN them as I had to wear them to school the next day. I wasn't given the choice though. It seemed that the lads wanted me to cream my uniform, no matter what.
Mike continued to stroke the material. Slowly he gained speed. Faster and faster he rubbed, so fast in the end that the friction of his hand on the material was causing it to become warm. "Come on then. You're not too young to cum are you Chris? You do shoot spunk don't you?" "Course I Fuckin' well do! I just don't want to fuck my trousers up. Stop rubbing me, I'm gonna cum!" "Well bloody well cum then. Come on then, cum. Cum. CUM." They started to chant. "We want to see a nice wet patch in those tight schoolboy trousers of yours." I struggled in earnest now as I really didn't want to spunk in my trousers. But it was too late, I had reached that point of no return and my prick took control. My whole body shuddered and stiffened, then as I sat on my bike, I felt the warm sticky fluid being pumped down the leg of my trousers. The lads laughed as they could see my prick pulsating and straining against the jet black material. Some of the spunk was being forced through it, such was the power behind my orgasm. "That's it then Chris. A nice big load of cream inside your school trousers, what more could you ask for?" said Mike. "For fuck sake! Just look at this," said Dave, releasing my arms. He gestured to Mike to look downwards. He then bent down to my right shoe and, with his finger, scooped up a small globule of my milk. "Look Mike, genuine paperboy spunk." They both laughed.
"Well, we can't hang around here all afternoon, we have a herd of cows to milk," said Dave as they both adjusted their jeans, giving me a wink. "Thanks for the practice then Chris. See you again then." With that they just walked outside. I was left sitting on my bike with a load of spunk in my trousers and feeling very sticky. As I rode out of the farmyard and down the hill, I could feel my trousers sticking to my leg. This time, I knew it wasn't sweat making them stick to me, it was my spunk. Luckily, as it was so hot that day, it wasn't long before they dried. Surprisingly, it didn't show through that much, but it did go a little stiff, just like my prick did again that night, as I had a wank in bed thinking about Dave and Mike.
That wasn't the last time I saw them, in fact they knew lots of other guys who liked young guys of my age and they introduced me to them. I will have to tell you about them sometime. One thing you can be certain of though, I now have a huge collection of Cds.
Chris.
Recounted for the entertainment of like minded adults.
I hope you enjoyed reading it.
Take care and always practice safe sex.
Xavier 1997