Paper Route

When I was in late elementary school, me and a couple of buddies hung out with this kid who was 14. He told us all he knew about sex, which wasn’t a lot. But he did tell us about blow jobs. My friends and I would sneak off in the woods, or somebody’s garage and experiment. But summer ended, school started, and that was pretty much that. Fast forward a few years. He’s now 18 and and I’m 15. Stop by his parents house to collect for my paper route. He holds up the envelope with my money and says ok, but you gotta give me a blow job first. I stammered, and he said I’ll give you one if you give me one first. I hesitated, and he said “and I’ll give you five bucks”. That was good bit of money in the early 70’s. So we go back to his parent’s garage, and I quickly realized there was a huge difference between little boy wieners and grown man cock. I loved the feel of it in my mouth, the taste of it, the taste of the cum in my mouth, the feel of the warm creaminess in my throat as I swallowed it (and yes 50 years later I still swallow). He reneged on the blow job, but he jacked me off and I got $5. And every other Friday for a couple of months he got a blow job and I got $5. The last few weeks I didn’t charge him. And the week he left for college I gave him and buddy blow jobs for free. Didn’t see him again for about 15 years when I ran into him in a bar in Ann Arbor. He smiled and asked if I still gave blow jobs. I laughed and nodded. We went back to my hotel room. Turns out gave as good as he got, and a lot more than just bj’s. It was a very good weekend