Date: Sun, 26 Feb 2023 14:27:29 +0000 (UTC) From: commz@aol.com Subject: I was a cock slut without realising it, 1 to 4 I was a cock slut without realising it. Terry I was 13 years old and been lucky enough to get my older brothers paper round which he was giving up. We lived in a small hamlet with houses and a few other terraced houses around the area, so the paper round was quite long , I had to walk to the furthest place on my round which was a pub and I also left papers there for a few of the farms in the area too. I then back tracked through the village and in the direction of school, it was about a mile and a half. I would then go to school taking my paper sack with me. Despite my young age I knew I liked older men, loved being with them, watching what they were doing and getting my hair roughed up or a friendly punch in the arm! There was one guy who lived in a small terrace of houses toward the end of my round, and I started to look forward to a Saturday when I collected the money for the weeks papers. Terry would answer the knock at the door and he may have trousers and shirt on, or just in his Y fronts and vest, I really liked the y front days. He was one of a few men on my round who I would look forward to seeing. As was the way in those days you never addressed them by their first name! Over the weeks, it seemed to me that he was getting very friendly, some days the door would be ajar and he would yell to come in, other days would knock and have quite a wait before he got to the door. One Saturday had knocked and no answer, did wonder if he was out of the house so carried on with my collecting and decided to call on the way back home once I had been the last house on my round. He worked shifts and often when he took a while to get to the door it was clear I had disturbed him from his sleep. I got back to his house and gave the door a knock and decided I would try once then head for home. I soon heard someone moving around, and he called out to let me know he was on his way. It was clear he had just gotten out of bed, he handed over the money for his week's paper and there was always a tip with it. I could see in his Y fronts his cock looked quite big and as I stood there whilst he was apologising for not getting to the door on the first knock I stretched out my hand and copped a feel of his cock. The look of shock on his face, and the next thing the door banged shut in my face! I headed off home to count out the takings and sort out the tips to take to the newsagent in the nearby town that afternoon. They were a bit twitchy about me taking the money in and being seen to be handing the takings over as I should have been 14 to have a paper round but my birthday was in a few months and my parents agreed to me taking the round over. I wasn't sure if I should call in at Terry's and apologise or, wait until the following Saturday to apologise or just ignore it and hope it went away. Saturday soon came around and, it was in the back of my mind about what would happen when I knocked Terry's door....... He hadn't said anything to my parents as I would have known about it! My parents were very strict and I knew my boundaries with them. After knocking the door it was clear he was at home, when he opened the door he was dressed in trousers and shirt and you could see his vest at his open shirt neck. He simply handed over the money which a quick glance told me my tip was there too, and said see you next Saturday nipper. I breathed a sigh of relief, the last thing I wanted was grief from my parents or the newsagent. I really welcomed having my own money and it saved my parents a little bit too because they stopped giving me pocket money. The week flew by and I was back to delivering and collecting the money too, some were very good had the money ready, others would have to hunt for the payment or tell me they would pay double the following week. I got to the door of my favourite guy and, no answer again so decided to call back again on the off chance that he hadn't heard the knock. I was soon heading home and dropping off at Terry's I planned to pop to a nearby spring on the mountainside for a drink of cold water, by now the sun was well and truly up and scorching hot. When I got to Terry's door it was ajar so I gave it a knock and he called out to come in. When I went in he said to push the door to, which I did. He was sat at the table, I could see my money on the table and what was left of his breakfast. He told me to come and get the money, so I went to the table to take the coins. As soon as I was in reach he grabbed me by the arm and pulled me to him. Then he took my hand and rubbed it over his crotch area and asked was this what I wanted, I didn't reply but simply started groping his cock and I could feel it growing rapidly under the cotton fabric. He told me to take it out, and I struggled a bit never realising how difficult it was to get someone else's cock through the Y front. I could feel his cock throbbing as I moved his skin up and down, I couldn't believe he was just sitting there whilst I was playing with his cock, it didn't take long before be was shuddering as he shot his load, some ended up on the table, on his vest and on my hand. It wasn't the first cum I had seen so it came as no surprise to me. Terry threw me a handkerchief and told me to clean my hand. He then scooped the money up off the table and said off you go....... An older boy in the village had introduced me to cum quite a few years earlier. We were in a shed on his fathers allotment, he had taken his cock out and told me to put it in my mouth which I did. I didn't realise that I was supposed to tongue and suck it but I soon learned, he also pissed in my mouth once which was a shock but the taste wasn't unpleasant. He tried to fuck me once but the pain made me scream out, there was no lubrication or preparation just thrusting at my hole! I was sore for days and did wonder if it had damaged me. I continued with my calls on a Saturday to Terry's and would always go back to his house when I had finished the collecting. Things were moving along well, he wouldn't allow me to suck him but he would suck and tongue me, my little cock standing hard! By now I was wanting more and had taken to popping to his house mid-week evenings, this was easy to do as I could either follow the main road, or walk along the mountainside and drop down to his house, being local no one batted an eye lid. I would sometimes knock the back door -- a lane ran behind the terrace between the houses and the gardens. Sometimes Terry would just suck and lick my cock and balls other times he would skin it back and rake a nail over my head or rub his bristly chin on my cockhead. I strangely enough liked this and it would often result in pain which I found out a few years later was a dry orgasm. I was still only wanking him with the odd occasion when he would allow me to suck it, I liked to put it in my mouth then pull the skin back and get a real strong musky taste. It often tasted of pee which I didn't mind but the taste didn't last long. Sometimes if he had been to the pub, I could smell the beer on his breath and he would have me standing their in just my pants and vest. He would sit on his kitchen chair and pull me toward him and say lets have a look at what you've got for me today then, or lets have a little fiddle down here and slide his hand into my pants. Inevitably I would end up naked, it was nice and warm with the summer evening so it wasn't aa problem. He would strip me off, then run his hands over my body feeling my crotch area and my arse and spend time just feeling me up. I would just stand there, enjoying his touch and being allowed to wank him off. One day it all came to an end, my papers were dropped off at my house on Monday and the newsagent had put a note on them that there had been a cancellation, it was Terry's address. I couldn't understand what had happened, he was OK on Saturday. I got through my deliveries as quickly as I could eagerly wanting to get to his house and see if I could find out what had happened. When I git there, there was window cleaner covering the panes of glass so you couldn't see in and this usually happened when a house was empty. I went to pop next door's paper through the letter box and the door opened, the woman took her paper and told me that Terry had moved the day before, he's had a job offer elsewhere and one he couldn't turn down. He didn't even say good bye, I felt strangely alone and upset.