    Naked Paperboy 2

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    Although this story is based on actual events. I do not approve of
    sex with minors.

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      I struggled for a couple of weeks over the feelings about my forced
nudity. Why had I delivered my papers instead of going straight home? Why
had I gotten so turned on? Why was I wanting to do it again? The urge to
be naked was strong. Thinking about what happened gave me a raging boner
and I would end up jacking off. Had I turned into a pervert?

      The second week of June I couldn't hold back any longer. On Sunday
morning at the apartment building where it all began, standing inside the
entrance, I took off my shorts and teeshirt. I hadn't worn any underwear.
Folding my clothes I walked out to my bike putting them in my saddlebag.
Grabbing enough papers I re-entered the building and proceded to deliver
each customer taking my time enjoying the feel of my nudity. Like my first
time I soon had an errection. As I delivered each house and apartment
building I wondered if anyone was watching me. It added to the thrill that
I was feeling. Dressing outside my last delivery I started for home. I had
the feeling I was being watched.

      Reaching my house everything was dark. I sat on my front porch and
masturbated as I dreamed of my next outting. In no time I squirted a big
load of cum on the concrete. Entering my house I wondered what I had become.
Feeling guilty about what was happening and helpless in that I knew I would
be unable to stop. Wondering how long untill I would be caught. I could end
up in jail.

      The next Sunday I stripped at the first entrance and began delivering
my papers. All four sections of the building had been quiet. I began to 
believe I might not get caught if I kept to Sunday mornings. As I rode to
the first house on my route a car turned the corner starting up the street.
The headlights shining directly on my naked form as I got off my bike. Fear
tightened my gut as I had nowhere to hide. It went past me without slowing
down. Had they not seen me? Delivering the two houses. I was getting on
my bike to continue my route the same car rounded the corner. It move slowly
as it approached me. I straddled my bike and peddled toward the car standing
on the peddles. Since they wanted a second look I would give them a good
look of my stiff cock lit up by the headlights. I could feel the driver 
staring at me though I couldn't see. Would the driver call the police?

      The next part of my route was quiet. The car hadn't returned. Entering
the next apartment building I wondered if the police had been called. Should
I get dressed? I stayed nude. On the second floor a door opened as I shoved
the paper under the door. There stood Mrs. Jackson, staring at me with her 
mouth open. I froze not sure what to say. She finally looked to my face and
said she hadn't paid me for her papers. Here she said handing the money to
me. Her eyes return to my prick. It throbbed as I leaked precum. I smiled at
her, thanked her wishing her a good day I walked on to deliver my papers. In
for a penny, in for a pound I thought figuring if I was going to jail I might
as well enjoy for as long as I could. Finishing my route I dressed and went 
home. Jacking off as I thought about the look on Mrs. Jackson's face as she
stared at my drooling cock. 

      All week I waited for a visit from the police but none came. On Sunday
at my first building I stood inside the entrance and tried to talk myself out of
undressing. It didn't work. I even took it a bit further. I went to the
basement, stripped and hid my clothes behind a dryer. Having to come back to
get my clothes and no way to dress in a hurry if I was caught added to the
thrill. Ariving at Mrs. Jackson's building I went in wondering if she would
open her door again. Starting on the top floor I hadn't delivered 2 papers
when a door opened and a girl about my age walked out turned and looked at me.
Smiling as she looked at my prick she said Grandma was right. The paperboy
does deliver naked. Nervous I turned to leave. As I did she reached out and
took hold of my cock. Squeezing it as she masturbated me untill I ejaculated
on the hallway tiles. She leaned down kissing the head of my cock then smiled
and stepped through the door and was gone. Was I dreaming? I looked down and
and my cum was pooled on the tile. Mrs. Jackson had to pay me again. There
was a man and woman waiting for the elevator. I got on with them. They acted
like it was normal to deliver papers in the nude. In the last building several
people saw me. I think word of my nude Sunday's was getting around. No one
scolded me. Most seemed to take delight in seeing me. Getting my clothes I
rode toward home. On Main St. about half way home I realized I hadn't dressed.
I was drawing some attention. Making it home I jacked off in the garage then
dressed and went in the house. No cops yet.

      On Monday as I entered Mrs. Jackson's building There was a number of my
customers and tenants waiting for me. Mrs. Jackson aksed why I was naked on 
Sunday mornings. I explained best I could what had happened and how I loved
the feeling of nudity. Choosing Sunday when most would be asleep. I hadn't
wanted to flash anyone. I just loved being naked. When asked why I always had 
an erection I admitted how it turned me on even if no one saw me. I told them I
would try to stop. Finishing my route I wondered what would happen. After a
sleepless night I dressed and went to school.

      Thursday as I collected from Mrs. Jackson's building each customer told
me there had been a building meeting and they all agreed i could keep 
delivering in the nude. Even suggesting I could deliver nude every day. No
one would call the police but I had to undress outside. I finished and headed
home. I must be dreaming this is 1963 most people were uptight about nudity
especially in public.

      Friday I stood in front of Mrs. Jacksom's building. Were they kidding? 
I decided to find out. Undressing and folding my clothes I placed them in the
corner of the top step. Grabbing my shoulder bag I entered the building. While
the halls had normal traffic many of the apartment doors had been left open.
People chatted with me just as usual. A lot of the women checked my penis out.
The small girls would giggle and point at me. One lady said it's always cocked.
Does it ever go off? I told her all the time. Dressing on the steps it didn't 
dawn on me that I was showing the world outside the building what I had. I headed
home to another jerk off session.



  End Part 2


  Byrdman

  Any comments would be appreciated.


                                                                                                                                  
