Straight Male / 51
Collecting For Paper Delivery
When I was a paperboy I had a old lady named Millie on my route. She was a widow in her 70s and very put together. I've seen old pictures of her in her living room. She was gorgeous. She looked like a movie star. She was always very nice to me and she would ask me to do favors around the house for her.
Being a 13 year old with raging hormones I would fantasize about fucking Millie! One day I was hornier than usual and I was collecting money on my route. Millie's house was my last stop. When I got there I got this fucked up idea. Before I rang her bell I pulled my hard-on out of the top of my jeans. I had my cock head peaking out. I rang the bell and Millie came to the door. She was happy to see me. She gave me my money for the week. I dropped the money so she would look down and see my cock looking out at her. I watched as her face went from smiling and happy to just blank and confused. After I picked the money up I was sticking even more out of my pants. It looked like Millie was going to cry. I tucked myself back into my pants. I felt horrible. What did I think she was going to do? Drop to her knees and blow me? I thanked Millie and left. How could I ever go back there? Her sad face was burned into my memory.
I had to go and get the money every week though. The next time I went to her house, it was taped to the door. My heart sank. She was too upset to see me. This went on for the next 3 weeks. The envelope was taped to the door. It just said Jimmy $2.50.
I wanted to throw up for what I did. I quit my paper route the following week. Millie died a few years later but I can still see her sad face and I still want to throw up.
Being a 13 year old with raging hormones I would fantasize about fucking Millie! One day I was hornier than usual and I was collecting money on my route. Millie's house was my last stop. When I got there I got this fucked up idea. Before I rang her bell I pulled my hard-on out of the top of my jeans. I had my cock head peaking out. I rang the bell and Millie came to the door. She was happy to see me. She gave me my money for the week. I dropped the money so she would look down and see my cock looking out at her. I watched as her face went from smiling and happy to just blank and confused. After I picked the money up I was sticking even more out of my pants. It looked like Millie was going to cry. I tucked myself back into my pants. I felt horrible. What did I think she was going to do? Drop to her knees and blow me? I thanked Millie and left. How could I ever go back there? Her sad face was burned into my memory.
I had to go and get the money every week though. The next time I went to her house, it was taped to the door. My heart sank. She was too upset to see me. This went on for the next 3 weeks. The envelope was taped to the door. It just said Jimmy $2.50.
I wanted to throw up for what I did. I quit my paper route the following week. Millie died a few years later but I can still see her sad face and I still want to throw up.
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