Naked Paperboy 2 ************************************************************************** Although this story is based on actual events. I do not approve of sex with minors. ************************************************************************** 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.