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Donnie, My Personal Boy Toy
by Ironsides (address withheld)

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I had to reinvent my life now that I was wheelchair 
confined and I did, with my new paper boy Donnie, a 
cute 11-year-old boy. (M/b, extreme-ped, reluc, 1st-
gay-expr)

***

I live alone in a three bedroom house, that was my 
mom’s before she passed away three years ago. I was in 
an auto accident when I was a teenager, so I have been 
confined to a wheelchair every since. Now I’m forty and 
have adjusted to my disability, but still am frustrated 
by not being able to live a normal social life.

My life seemed to have become very depressing for me as 
my daily routine never changed. I stayed at home all 
day and never really met people. Then one day, I 
noticed my new paper boy. I asked him for his name, and 
he said it was Donnie, he was 11 years old.

Every day when he delivered the paper I was at the door 
to meet him. I don’t consider myself gay, and I still 
like women, but there was something about the innocence 
of Donnie that I couldn’t get off my mind.

The first month Donnie stopped off to collect for the 
paper, I invited him in. I made a point of being 
sociable as he filled out the paper work, I offered him 
a cup of lemonade, which he gladly accepted. I couldn’t 
help but notice how those cute little blue shorts 
looked on him. I tried not to stare. 

I asked him, that when he delivered the paper in the 
future, if he wouldn’t mind coming into my house and 
putting it on my kitchen table so I wouldn’t have any 
problems getting my paper in case I wasn’t home. (a 
lie) He said no problem, and from there on he would 
knock on my door and come in my house and place the 
paper on my kitchen table.

The next month when he collected for the paper, I 
decided I would make my big move on Donnie. As he sat 
at my table, wearing those short blue shorts, and came 
behind him and slowly put my arm around his waist and 
quickly slide my hand down his shorts. He was so 
shocked at my action that he just sat there not making 
a sound. 

I carefully placed my hand around his little dick and 
began to play with it. I slowly rubbed his dick up and 
down until he slowly started getting hard. I 
masturbated him for about fifteen minutes until his 
little hard on went soft. I then took my hand out of 
Donnie’s pant’s and Donnie gave me my paper receipt and 
left, without a word of what I had done.

***

The next day when Donnie knocked on my door and came in 
my house to deliver my paper, I was ready for him. I 
made sure my wheelchair was between my door and my 
kitchen table, so he would have to walk past me to drop 
my paper off. Once he walked past me, I was easily able 
to grab him by the hand as he started to leave and I 
pulled him on my lap. 

Once on my lap, I immediately stuck my hand down his 
pants and began to masturbate his little dick. This 
time I heard him softly mumble, "No, please don’t..." 
but I continued playing with his dock until he got 
hard. He would stay hard for about fifteen minutes, 
then I would remove my hand, and this time I gave him a 
kiss on the lips and told him how happy he made me 
feel. He left without saying a word.

***

The next day I positioned my wheelchair the same way, 
as he knocked on my door and walked past me, not 
looking at me at all as he passed by me. This time 
after he placed the paper on my table, he walked 
towards me and let me grab his hand. I moved him 
towards me and held him tightly next to me. 

This time I gently pulled down his shorts and started 
playing with his dick on one hand, and feeling his cute 
little ass with the other. Donnie was now getting hard 
much faster, and I could tell he was starting to enjoy 
my sessions with him. After masturbating his little 
dick, I gently pulled him on my lap and gave him 
another passionate kiss. As I was doing that I slowly 
stuck my finger up his ass hole, where again he said, 
"Oh! Please don’t do that." But he allowed me to 
continue finger-fucking his little ass hole anyway.

I continued to enjoy Donnie for the remainder of the 
summer. I even purchased a dildo so I could fuck his 
little ass better each time. He hated the dildo for 
quite a while, but eventually stopped complaining as I 
think he had learned to enjoy it.

His dick was now staying hard for over forty minutes 
and now I was getting little spurts of cum out of him 
in our little sessions. It was obvious Donnie was 
enjoying our sessions. I worried that someone would get 
suspicious about Donnie coming into my house everyday 
to drop the paper off, and spending almost an hour 
inside before leaving.

Donnie allowed me to touch him and play with him 
however I wanted. I was now making him take off all of 
his clothes, and have him lay on the kitchen table to I 
could suck on his dick and eat out his little ass hole. 
What a special dessert he had become for me. He was 
even telling me he loved me before he left. My, how 
this little kid had made my life change.

Then, at the end of the summer, he informed me that his 
parents were moving out of state. I was devastated to 
learn that I would be loosing my special paper boy.

However, the week after Donnie moved away, I got a new 
paperboy. Only, it was a 12-year-old girl by the name 
of Rachel. It only took me a week to convince Rachel 
that I needed my paper placed on my kitchen table in my 
house.

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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