Legal/ To find the paper boy
You decide to catch up to the fourteen year old kid on his bike route. Looking ahead, you see the road wraps around, and quickly you jog ahead to cut him off.
You wave him down and he stops. "Wh-what is it? I don't wanna lose this job..."
You grin. "You won't, but I wanna help with that." He doesn't seem to know what you mean.
"Get off, real quick," you say. He's hesitant, but agrees. You enjoy the view of his cute little butt dismounting the dildo, which frankly, looks rather well-used.
You eyeball the teen. He is lanky but cute, without much body hair. He's wearing very short jean shorts with a hole for his ass, a sky blue T-shirt, and tennis shoes and socks.
"I don't know what your brother wore, but the best outfit for being a paperboy is full nudity. You, uh, can keep the shoes on for the pedals." You bullshitted. You saw the color drain from the young boy's face.
"W-what? I didn't know that, I'm so sorry..."
Without another word he began quickly stripping. His cute shorts were very form-fitting, and he struggled to get them off, revealing he had no underwear. And after in his rush to finish, he ended up ripping the T-shirt as it came off. He was about to stuff the clothes into his bag when you stopped him.
"Uh, well you don't want the clothes to get in the way of pulling out a paper right? Here let me take those..." You reached for his clothing, and he was too shy to stop you.
"B-but I have school after this..."
"Yeah? Are you required to wear clothes at school?" You asked.
"Well, no..."
"Then that's settled."
What do you do now?
"What's your name? Where do you live?"