I could hear the loud bell go off for the phone in the sorting room of the newspaper office.  I was rolling and banding the day's paper for my route and was almost ready to head out for delivery.  The old lady, Janie, who was basically our boss, comes over to me.

"AD, that was Mr. Johnson from 419 Locust. He needs to give you this month's collection early."

After I heard her words, I looked away from her and became seriously focused on my work.  I knew what he meant. Mr. Johnson was one of my dad's friends, and he has been at our little fuck parties in dad's garage quite a few times. I finished rolling and banding my papers and put them in my bag.  I walked out into the little alleyway where our bikes were parked and wrapped the canvas delivery bag around the handlebars in a way that holds it on but makes the bag accessible to the rider.

As I started my route, I could only think about what to do with Mr. Johnson.  His house was in the middle of the route and I needed to get the papers out or people will call the house.  I decided to pass his house and finish the route.  It gave me time to think on whether I should go by Mr. Johnson's, or go home.  I was torn between the two decisions: If I went to Mr. Johnson's he might end up hurting my ass or worse, if I went home he might call my dad and I would get it for ignoring his friend's request. When I got to the final house, I stopped my bike and pondered what I should do for a few moments. To Mr. Johnson's it is.

I pulled up to his house.  It was a plain single story house with a few bedrooms. A concrete porch with an aluminum awning sat at the front.  The screendoor was closed but the main door was open. As I walked up to the screendoor I could hear Mr. Johnson say, "Come on in, AD.. It's open."

Mr. Johnson was sitting on his brown, old recliner with no shirt, no shoes or socks, and just some athletic shorts.  I could see he had a beer in his left hand and his right was on his pudgy gut.

"Hey AD, I got yer money for the month. Come over here and I will get it.", he said as he put his beer down on a small table next to the couch and signed to me that he wanted me to sit on his lap. He reached for his wallet on the small table.

I walked hesitantly over to him and stood in front of him.  He immediately wrapped his arm around my waist, still clutching his wallet, and put me on his upper thigh and positioned me as if I was riding his lap side-saddle.

"Okay, so that's six dollars for the month right.", he asked me as he opened his wallet.  His free hand started to wrap itself around my waist.

"Yes, six", i told him as I looked off into space.

"Well here is a ten.. You can keep the change if you want to do something for me.", he said trying to look me in the eyes. I fended off his attempts at looking at me because I knew already what he wanted.

"What do say? You wanna play a little don't you? We can do just like we did when I was over at your house last."

The last time Mr. Johnson was by he and my dad took turns fucking my little ass.  Mr. Johnson wasn't big but he tended to get a little rough, and didn't seem to care if I didn't like it.  I did love it so much when they finally came in my open mouth. I so loved that.

He started to rub my crotch to feel my tiny member through the shorts I was wearing.  I couldn't help but become a little harder. I could feel him starting to breathe harder into my ear as he used his arm around my waist to pull myself into his chest.

He turned me in his lap so that my back was fully on his chest.  My body slid down between his legs and he spread somewhat open to accomodate me.  I could feel his adult cock poking my lower back. He even started to rub it up and down my lower back as he continued to rub me.

"Mmmm.. oh yes AD.. You know what I want? I want you to kiss and suck it now.", he said

I got up off his lap and moved slightly away while he dropped his shorts to his ankles showing his stiff man cock to me. He took a step forward and reached to my head and I fell to me knees semi-assisted by him.  I opened my mouth and began to let him enter my lips.

My hands automatically went behind my back and I got balanced on my knees as he held his cock for a couple of seconds in my mouth.  I could start to then feel him pushing his shaft in and out of my tight mouth and he started to moan.

"Oh yesss.. yessss. yeessss.", he said in rhythm to our motions.

I started to take his cock as deep in me as I could. His glans was large and it would not fit down my throat without pain so I put my hand on his shaft to keep him from forcing it down.  I sucked Mr. Johnson's cock like a veteran whore and he loved every sensation for several minutes.

I never said a word and just enjoyed being his little cocksucker.  I even started to rub my own cock through my shorts as I enjoyed him.

Suddenly he stopped and pulled my head off his member. 

"Okay, come over her and sit on me", he said.

He took his place back on the chair and I turned around and approached him back-first. I immediately felt his hands wrap around my hips and he lifted me up to impale my ass on his cock. I closed my eyes and as gently as possible positioned his head right at the opening of my anus. I made sure to put as much spit on his cock as possible when I was sucking him so that it would go in easier. I could begin to feel my asshole open up as it slid onto his head.  I kept stopping but not pulling it out as I inched it into me.  It felt like it took much longer than it did, but finally I had as much of it in me as I could take. I started to slowly and slightly pull it in and out of me as I held the base of his cock with one of my hands.

"Oh yes.. yes.. I love fucking you.. yess..", he said.

For a minute or so, I sat on him and controlled all, but then he grabbed me and drew me to his chest and put his hands on my inner thighs as he hiked me up against him. His cock buried in me, shifted inside my body and I found a position that didn't hurt to rest my back against him.

He was slowly but firmly fucking me and I closed my eyes. 

"Yes, yes, yes.. oh yes..", he kept saying. "You love it don't you, yeah you love it .."

"Yes mister.. I love it", I replied like a well-programmed machine.

"Yess, yes.. You want me to cum in you don't you. don't you..", he harshly whispered.

"Yes! Cum in me Mr. Johnson, cum in me, cum in me!", I moaned.

Moments later, he stops his thrusting and puts both arms around my waist. His cock swells and immediately explodes in my now almost raw ass.  The hot gooey feeling of his cum soothes my hole and his contractions against my young prostate starts to make me feel on edge of orgasm, myself.  He pants into my ear in unison to his waves of spasming. With every pant he pumps more and more cum into me. As he finally starts to go soft, I too orgasm and shake on his now spent cock, still inside me.

We sit on his chair, his arms around me as he kisses my back and puts his cheek between my shoulder blades.

"Oh yes.. that was nice AD.. You are such a good boy. Goood good boy."

I reach down and start to pull his arms off me. He complies and lets me get up off his body and towards my shorts now lying in the middle of the floor.

"Yeah.. Maybe next month I can give you more of a tip.  It's all I could afford now, but I will get you more next time.", he tells me.

"Yeah.. Thanks Mr. Johnson.", I say, cracking a somewhat mixed smile. 

I head off towards my bike and get on. I look back at the porch and see Mr. Johnson waving me goodbye and I wave back and pedal off.  As I was heading home I couldn't help but think that his tip was more of a fee for services rendered.