The Paper Carrier’s Anal Bonus

It was 1975 and I had been a paper boy for five years. Though I was getting tired of it and considered the job beneath my status as a now legal adult at the ripe age of 18, I just couldn’t find anything else. My birthday in fact had just been the week before and I was anxious to spread my wings a bit and do something I couldn’t have done as a kid. The opportunity to do just that would come sooner than I had ever expected.

Another paper boy had just moved so they had to reshuffle districts a bit and I was assigned a new area. It was a descent neighborhood but as was usually the case I wouldn’t meet anyone till I was collecting and that day had come. The day was hot so I was just wearing a t shirt and a pair of loose fitting gym shorts I had virtually outgrown. They were short enough on me now they occasionally exposed a bit too much but that was the last thing on my mind as I went from house to house. They were the best I had for this kind of weather.

The people I had met so far had all seemed nice. This route was shorter than my last one so I knew I would have a couple of hours to kill before my parents got home from work. At one of the last houses on my route I walked up to the porch and rang the bell. Nobody came, so I knocked again. Still no response so I turned and started down the steps when I heard a deep male voice say,” Can I help you?” I turned to see a guy on the other side of the screen door and climbed back up the porch steps to see him. “Collecting for the paper.” I stated in a friendly but business-like tone. “Sure, come on in.” he said opening the screen for me. On entering I got my first clear view of him. He was a good 10 inches taller than me, late twenties to early thirties, had somewhat slender build but not nearly as smooth and scrawny as I was and dressed in loose very short shorts like mine but minus the shirt and shoes. “Sit down and make yourself comfortable, I need to find my wallet.” He said politely as he left the room and went down a narrow hallway. I did as he said and sat down on the couch noting it was still warm. Then the magazines on the coffee table in front of me caught my attention. These were definitely not the kind of magazines I was used to seeing at home like Better Home and Gardens, Reader’s Digest, or the various women’s publications my mom subscribed to. These had naked men on the covers! There was really nothing to do as I waited and curiosity was overwhelming me. I picked up the top one, flipped it open, and stared in shock and disbelief at what met my eyes. The picture showed a guy a couple years older than me naked and on all fours with another, guy with his penis shoved halfway into his butt! Below it was a close-up of the penetration! I thumbed through the pages quickly and saw pics of guys fucking with a guy above lowering his butt onto a cock, guys doing it in a spooning position, a guy on his belly with a cock easing between his buttocks, and the one that most intrigued me, a guy on his back with his legs over the other guy’s shoulders with his cock buried almost to the hilt in him.

The reason I was so aghast at this material was that I was from a very sheltered religiously conservative environment. All I was taught about sex was that it was when a man puts his penis in a woman’s hole called a vagina for the purpose of making babies. And this I was told was strictly for married men and women. Not only had I never had sex I had never even seen anything but some vague, unrealistic diagrams of the respective parts.