Date: Tue, 4 Sep 2012 23:24:30 -0400 From: John Subject: Young Neighbor Part 1 Last spring, after I finished my first year in college I rented a small house with a decent sized yard and ample storage. It was nice getting out of the dorms and into a place of my own. The college I attended was about 100 miles away from my parents home. My dad thought it would be a good idea for me to stay near school during the summer and try to get an internship job with some company in the area and gain some work experience. That idea didn't pan out just yet since most companies only accepted junior or senior year students. I decided to start my own landscaping company and hire some of my friends to help me out. My dad agreed to loan me some money so I could get my business up and running. I was able to buy some used lawn equipment including some riding lawn mowers and a couple trailers to haul the equipment. I talked three of my friends into working for me this summer. It wasn't too hard to convince my friends into joining my endeavour since the economy sucked and the job market was equally as bad. I was able to land about a hundred customers that Spring and we had enough business to keep us busy six days a week. The house I rented was actually one of my customers named Rick. Rick rented out a number of properties in the area. We worked out a deal that I would be able to stay in one of his rentals rent free in exchange for taking care of all his properties in the area. It worked out to be a great deal for me. I got a place to stay rent free for a year even though I only had to cut the lawn of his 20 properties for 6 months. The house I rented was about three miles from campus. It was a small three bedroom ranch with a detached garage out back. The rental house was in decent area, but it was a transitional area. There was a lot of rental properties in the area which attracted college kids and some low income families to the area. I hardly noticed my neighbors during my first few weeks living there. I was generally gone during the day and would come home fix something to eat and watch tv or surf the net. I would hear the neighborhood kids playing outside from time to time, but other than that I hardly noticed them. Sometimes I would see the kids playing outside when I got home from work. I noticed there were quite a few always outside the gray house next door to me. I noticed some teenage girls probably around 14 or 15 as well as some younger boys around 11 or 12 hanging around their house. The were also some young kids that lived there too. I figured one of the little kids to be about 4 years old and the other one was around two. I seemed that house was the local neighborhood hangout. One day after coming home from work, I noticed that someone had gotten into my garage and had sprayed graffiti all over it. As I drove up the driveway, I saw one of the neighborhood boys bolt out of the side door. I chased the kid, grabbed him, and nearly tackled him as he was sprinting across the lawn toward the gray house. There was a group of tween-aged kids out in front of the other house in the midst of a game of tag or something as I arrived home. As I grabbed the intruder by his arm, I shouted, "Who the hell are you and what the fuck were you doing in my garage?" The terrified boy replied, "We was just playing and I was hiding in the garage so they couldn't find me." I wouldn't have been so mad if he was simply was using it as a hiding spot but the side door was pushed in and the wood around the jamb was in splinters. On top of that there was red and blue stripes and crude drawings sprayed all over the garage. I yelled "Did you do all this? Did you break my door and spray paint all over my garage?" The boy glanced up at me and made brief eye contact, then shifted his eyes to the ground. He was about to answer me when we heard his mom start yelling, "Jackson! Jackson! What did you do now?" Apparently, one of the others kids went inside and told the boy's mom to come over. I looked down at Jackson and waited for him to answer her. "I was just hiding in his garage when we all were playing tag." "Well how did you get in there?" his mom asked. " I just opened the door. It was stuck a little so I just pushed a bit and it opened up." "So you're saying that the door was all busted up before you went in there?" I asked. Jackson just nodded his head. His mom stared at him for a moment and then said, "Is that the truth Jackson or are you lying to us? Because if I find out you're lying you're gonna be in even more trouble!" His mom then turned to me and apologized for meeting me under these circumstances and then introduced herself. "My name is Arlene." Then reached out her hand to me. I shook her hand and responded "I'm John. What do you think we can do about this." "Don't worry John, we're gonna get to the bottom of this. Ain't we Jackson? Come with us John. We'll go ask them other kids what he was up to." I followed Arlene as she marched Jackson home. We all went inside their house and into their living room. There was a small gathering in the house already. Jackson's two sisters and about four or five of their friends were all watching tv. A few of the kids that were playing outside followed us into the house. Arlene interrogated Jackson once we were inside. Jackson tried to deny doing anything other that using my garage as a hideout. Jackson's 13 year-old sister, Allison wound up giving him up. She told how Jackson actually kick the door a few times then shoved it open. Everyone recognized the look of guilt on Jackson's face. Other kids chimed in and told us how Jackson found some spray paint in the garage and proceeded to vandalize it. Upon hearing all the testimony, Jackson finally admitted that he had done what they had said. He stated that the reason he wanted to get into my garage was that he wanted to check out my motorcycle and pretend to drive it. When we asked why he painted the garage, Jackson told us he didn't know. "I guess I was bored." I was furious upon hearing all this. Arlene was trying to figure out how she was going to punish Jackson. She was telling me that Jackson was generally a good kid, although lately he has been acting up and causing trouble. Arlene told me that he needed a father figure or big brother type in his life to keep him in line. I told Arlene, "You know, if I had done something like this when I was his age my dad would've beat my ass." Arlene nodded her head in agreement. I could see a light bulb pop on inside her head. "Yeah. That's what he needs is a good whoopping." Jackson cringed upon hearing this. Arlene went on to say "Alright Jackson, John is gonna give you a whooping and then your gonna be his servant for the next month. You're going to help him fix up his garage, pull up all the weeds, cut his grass, sweep his house, do his dishes and whatever else he wants you to do." Jackson tried to protest his mom's decision, but she didn't let him utter more than a few words. "But nothing. It is either this way or John is gonna call the cops. Do you want to go to juvie and spend the summer locked up?" Jackson shook his head no. "I didn't think so. You're just lucky Ray isn't here" Arlene told him. Ray was Arlene's current boy friend and was that father of Jackson's younger brothers. Arlene told me that Ray was a long distance truck driver and was on the road way more than he was home. She told me that he helped keep Jackson in line. I was surprised when Arlene handed down her punishment. I didn't intend to be the one administering his spanking. I was equally surprised that I would be stuck with this kid for a month. Oh well, at least I'll get the garage fixed up. I was worried that the landlord would blow a nut if he found out. I just wanted to get the garage fixed before he did. I had never given a spanking to anyone before in my life, but I received a few when I was younger. Being 19, I wasn't too much older than Jackson anyway. I wasn't sure how to go about this. Arlene and I discussed how I should proceed. Arlene decided that he should get 17 spankings, one for each of his twelve years and five more because he should've known better. Arlene had me sit in a chair in the middle of the living room and I was to deliver Jackson his punishment there. Jackson pleaded to get his spankings in his bedroom, but his mom told him that "she didn't want him to never forget this and he was gonna get his punishment right here in front of everybody." There was a good sized audience gathered in his living room and kitchen. There was about a dozen kids present ranging in age from 10 to 16 including Jackson's family and some neighborhood boys and girls. Jackson was about 5'3''. He looked to be about 110 maybe 115 pounds. He reminded of me of the kid from the movie Sling Blade, Lucas Black. His dark hair was cut short but was a little bit longer on top. His hair was also a bit lighter on top too. Jackson had a husky voice which I found intriguing. He was wearing a white tank top and grey board shorts and it looked like he spent a lot of time outdoors from the light brown tan skin he had. l took my seat and prepared myself to deliver his punishment. Jackson reluctantly came over to me as all the eyes in the room followed him. Jackson told me he was sorry for all the trouble he had caused. I accepted his apology but told him that he needed to be punished. Jackson relented and laid across my lap. I was about ready to get started when his mom interrupted. "Hold on. Jackson you're gonna get a proper bare-ass spanking. Get those pants off." Jackson tried to protest, but his mom would have none of it. Jackson stood up and yanked his shorts and undies down to his knees and began to cry. I felt bad and embarrassed for him but I was still pissed at him and knew he deserved it. I'm not sure if Jackson had realized it or not but he didn't have to pull the front his shorts down but he did and now his penis was on display for everyone to see. I didn't get a great look at his penis then but it looked like he had a nice 3" soft cock above his marble size balls. He quickly laid across my thighs, submitting his butt to my hand. Before I got started, I laid my hand over his soft, white ass. The sensation of his butt didn't registered with my brain because I was so upset over the situation. As I was winding up, his mom tells me "make them count." I began slapping his ass with medium strength. I paused about a second or two between each hit remembering the last time I got spanked. I could tell that they were stinging him by the "oohs and ahhs" Jackson kept saying after each smack. After about three of four smacks, I remembered what his mom told me before I got started. So I "made them count" and increased the strength of the blows I delivered. I just kept smacking away and watched his ass turn pink as Jackson wiggled beneath me. I could tell that the swats were having their desired effect since his "oohs and ahhs" became "ouches" and hisses. Jackson was rocking back and forth and began kicking his legs about halfway through the spanking. I think I would've lost count since I was so focused at the task at hand (so to speak). As I was spanking away, I realized that the kids in the crowd kept count out loud as I delivered the punishment. At around 12 or 13 smacks, I felt something bony poke my thigh as Jackson rocked forward. I continued to swing away but I lightened up a little bit towards the end, partly because I felt sorry for Jackson and partly because my hand was stinging pretty bad. After I finished spanking him, Jackson remained laying across my lap for about thirty seconds. He was sobbing and trying to catch his breath as he was stifling his cries. He reached back with one of his hands and started to rub his ass trying to soothe it as I surveyed the damage I caused. He had bright pink marks over the center of his butt that were starting to puff up and form welts. Jackson got up off my lap and tried to stand and pull his pants back up, but his legs were weak and he began to wobble, so he grabbed onto my shoulders to steady himself as he rose. I got a better look at his penis when he turned to face me as he tried to gained his balance. His penis was partially erect (half mast, about 4"), leaving no doubt what was poking me in the leg. His penis was sticking almost straight out and was slightly reddened. I noticed he was well into puberty since he had a small crop of dark colored pubes above his dick. He finally was able steady himself and grabbed his shorts and pulled them up quickly, then ran off to his bedroom and slammed the door. The room was fairly quiet with some hushed chatter following Jackson's exit. I think everyone was stunned at the whole display. I felt embarrassed for the kid. Not only did he get spanked in front of his mom, sisters, and friends, but he wound up showing everyone his privates. I'm sure nobody missed seeing his half-boner before he was able to get dressed again. Shortly after Jackson stormed off, Arlene sent all the friends and neighbor kids home. She told them "Ok the show's over. Let that be a lesson to all you not to misbehave or mess with Mister John's stuff. You all stay away from his house. Now its time to go home." Arlene told me that she would sent Jackson over my house in a while so he could get started on cleaning up. I wasn't exactly up for it now, but I figured I better get started soon, before the landlord found out. I was a little shaken after serving the spanking and I needed a little downtime. Arlene reassured me that I did what needed to be done and that shouldn't feel bad for punishing Jackson. She told me "Maybe that will knock some sense into him." I went home and put some burgers on the grill since that is what I intended to do when I first came home from work. I was hungry before I got home, and now I was starving. It had been a 20 minute detour I wasn't in the mood for. Jackson came over my house about 15 minutes after I got home. I was about to eat dinner when he showed up. His eyes were still puffy from crying and he wasn't in the mood for much talking. Truth be told, I wasn't exactly in the mood for talking either. I figured that I should just make the best of a bad situation. I asked him if he had eaten any dinner yet. He told me he hadn't so I offered him some burgers to eat since I had cooked a couple extra burgers any how. It was so awkward having a meal with this kid after all we had just been through. We hardly spoke while we ate. I was just trying to figure out what to do next. After we finished eating, we went outside and surveyed the damage. As we walked around the garage, I started to make sarcastic comments about the "good job" he had done. He told me how sorry he was and it looked liked he was gonna start to cry again. I told him, "what's done is done. Now we just got to fix it." As we were checking on the garage, I noticed that Jackson was walking funny. He kind of shuffled his feet a bit and he kept rubbing his ass as we walked around. I was a little stunned to find out that he was still hurting from the whooping I gave him. I looked at the door and thought I could repair it without too much trouble. I just needed to cut out the damaged part, put in a new piece of wood, and then drill a new hole for the latch. Jackson and I, then went around the garage and looked at his work of art. There was a few red and blue stripes on each as well as some random shapes painted on each side of the garage. On the side facing my house, Jackson painted a huge cock with a low hanging sac in the middle of the wall. I actually chuckled when I saw that. I asked Jackson," Is that drawn to scale?" Jackson just cracked a smile. Up until that point, I hadn't really noticed how cute he looked since my mind was cluttered with anger. Since it was getting late, I decided that I would just nail a board over the inside of the side door and repair it the following day. I had Jackson begin to scrape and sand the garage so that we could paint over the graffiti. I looked around the garage and found some leftover painting supplies and gave Jackson a wire brush, some sandpaper, and a step ladder and put him to work. After nailing the door shut, I started gathering something supplies and directed Jackson what he needed to do. I had him scape any peeling paint and sand the areas that he had "decorated." It took Jackson about 1½ hours to finish the first side of the garage. I just supervised his work and pointed out his mistakes. Jackson became more and more frustrated as the night dragged on. It was starting to get dark and I was getting tired so I had Jackson put all the supplies away and I locked the garage. I invited Jackson inside for a drink of soda after we were done. I wanted to talk to him about the work schedule I had planned for us. It happened to be Friday night, so I figured we could get up early the next day and get as much done on the garage as we could. I was hoping we could get the whole garage done this weekend. Arlene let me know that Jackson would be available all weekend. I could tell that Jackson's ass was still bothering him. He was still shuffling his feet and he was wincing climbing the few steps into the house. He kept rubbing his ass the whole time he was working on the garage. I sort of felt bad for causing him so much pain but I knew that the kid really needed an attitude adjustment. As we were discussing the agenda for the weekend, Jackson began to reach into his pants and rub his bare ass. I offered to take a look at his butt to see if he needed any lotion rubbed on it. Jackson reluctantly allowed me to check on his sore cheeks. I grabbed some lotion I used for sunburns from the medicine cabinet and then returned to the couch in my living room. I sat on the couch and had Jackson stand in front of me. "Alright. Let's see", I prompted. He turned his ass towards me and yanked down his shorts. I could see why it was bothering him. His cheeks were still a bit pink with some hand shaped welts present. I raised my hand and gently rubbed his ass feeling the warmth coming off of his skin. It was just like his ass had a really bad sunburn. "Aahh!" Jackson exclaimed. "That feels better." I told Jackson that if I rub some lotion on his butt it would help take the sting out. Jackson replied, " I guess so. You already touched my butt already anyways." I was thinking the same thing. I couldn't believe how much I touched this kid's ass in one night. I had him lay across my lap, much like the way I had when I gave him his spanking. His shorts and underwear had fallen to his ankles when he pulled the down earlier so he just stepped out of them and laid naked across my lap. I was wearing some nylon shorts with some boxers underneath. His naked penis rested against my clothed one as he readied himself for the lotion rub. I grabbed the lotion bottle and squirted it all over his ass. He squirmed as I began spreading the lotion around. "Ow. Let's cold." Jackson squeaked. "Do you want me to stop?" I asked him. "No. Keep going. It's starting to feel nice now." I continued to smear the lotion over his entire ass. I loved the feeling of it. His ass was nice and soft. He had enough padding over his toned butt cheeks. I don't think I ever felt another ass that felt so good before. I initially planned to just squirt a few globs of lotion on his ass and spread around a little and that would be it. His ass felt so good I just kept rubbing and rubbing. Jackson was enjoying the sensation too. It took a few minutes before I had rubbed all the lotion into his skin. I was gonna call it quits but when I stopped, Jackson asked if I could rub some more. I grabbed the bottle and squirted some more lotion on his butt, much to his delight. I felt his penis begin to rise as I rubbed his other side. I wasn't sure if he could tell that my cock began to swell as well. I spent about five minutes rubbing the lotion over his entire ass. After a few minutes, Jackon spread his legs open a bit. I explored as much of his ass as I could. I gently rubbed up and down the crack of his ass a few times. I heard a few purrs of enjoyment as I massaged his ass. I had to really concentrate on keeping myself from developing a raging hard on as Jackson wiggled under my ministrations. I could tell Jackson lost his battle with his erection and was impressed by the size of the lump that was pressing into my dick. As much as I was enjoying this, I knew I had to bring the massage to an end before I blew my load in my pants. I widened the area where I was rubbing the lotion so I could finish rubbing the second batch of lotion into his skin. When Jackson had spread his legs earlier, I got a good look of his smooth ball sac. I was mesmerized by his marble sac swaying back and forth as I rubbed his ass. I couldn't resist any longer and I swiped his balls with my lotioned fingers bringing out a moan from Jackson. He picked his head off the couch and looked into my eyes. I just smiled at him and told him, "I think that should help. Your butt doesn't look so pink either and the bumps are starting to go away." "Oh yeah, I feels a lot better..er.. Mr. John." Jackson got up from my lap and stood up. He had to turn to find his clothes fell to the floor. I got a great view of his full-fledged rock hard boner and I liked what I saw. Jackson `s penis was at least 5" and sticking almost straight up. He was circumcised and he had a nice rounded knob that was a bit thicker than his shaft. He gathered his clothes and soon tucked his penis into his shorts. He looked over to me to see if I took noticed of his excited state. I met his eyes and told him "It happens to the best of us," as I took my hands away from the tent in my shorts that I was concealing. I sent Jackson home and reminded him that we were going to start early in the morning on the garage. Jackson was still enjoying the effects of the rub down. His eyes were glassy and he had a slight grin on his face. As he left my house he said, "I'll be over by 9." I was so horny at that point. I hadn't rubbed one out since Monday. As soon as Jackson left, I got up and locked the door. I stripped my shorts off and grabbed the lotion as I returned to the couch. I squirted a bit of lotion onto my right hand and went to work on my cock. I rubbed the entire length of my 7" penis as I began to lightly caress my balls with my left hand. As I stroked, I pictured Jackson's ass in my mind. I recalled the image of his various states of his penis as I continued to jerk away. It didn't take long before the tickles that started in my balls spread out to the rest of my body. I kept rubbing away as I envisioned erupting all over Jackson's smooth, pink ass. I squirted 6 or 7 strong ropes of cum into my left hand as I continued to rub my cock through the intense orgasm. A few more squirts of semen oozed out of my penis as my orgasm subsided. After I recovered, I got up and rinsed the cum from my fingers. Oh what a night. Meanwhile, Jackson returned to his house and headed straight to his room. Arlene wanted to talk to him, but he blew right by her. "Mom! I gotta use the bathroom. I'll talk to when I'm done." Jackson bolted to the bathroom and locked the door. He was just glad to keep his aroused state from the rest of his family. "Alright. Jackson you've got five minutes and then we're gonna talk." Arlene shouted to him. Jackson thought "That will be long enough" as he smeared some hand lotion over his raging boner. His dick was hard and hot and he was anxious to get some relief. Jackson had recently discovered the enjoyment of masturbation. He tried to jack off as often as he could but it was challenging with so many people in his house. Jackson learned that the best place to beat off was in the bathroom or in his bed after his brothers had fallen asleep. He began to stroke his 5" inch magic stick, slow at first, then steadily began picking up the pace. He rubbed away as the familiar tingle began to appear. Jackson continued to stroke away with his thumb and ring finger of his right hand encircling his cock. Jackson loved to rub the ring on his shaft. Jackson remembered how he liked the feeling of John rubbing his ass and began to rub his own ass cheeks with his left hand as he pleasured his dick with the other. The tickles became intense as his breathing became ragged. Jackson knew it wouldn't take too much longer before the shakes started. Jackson kept rubbing and rubbing as his marbles started to rise inside their sac and his dick swelled to maximum hardness. Thirty seconds later, Jackson's dick was jerking on its' own firing blanks as he rubbed away. Jackson was filled with euphoria as his dry orgasm washed over him. Jackson flushed the toilet, washed his hands, and splashed water over his face before he left the bathroom. He was now ready talk to Arlene with two minutes to spare. This is my first attempt at writing a nifty story. I hoped you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. More episodes to follow-----John.