Date: Mon, 06 Jul 2020 00:37:06 +0000 From: crnhskrfn77 Subject: Back in the Day 18 Back in the day - Chapter 18 I've been thinking about this for a while. I had many adventures in my younger years, but most didn't go anywhere near as far as I now wish they had. So I thought I'd tell you about these fun times with both boys and girls, with a little artistic license to get the events to the point I wish they'd gotten to years ago. Some of the stories are taking actual events and expanding on them to include more than just the nudity that actually took place, while some are completely fictional other than still being about real kids I've known. Needless to say, all names have been changed. Each chapter will be a different event, though there may be overlap of some of the characters. The stories will be of events that took place from the time I was young teen or even preteen up to now with me in my 60's. They won't necessarily be presented in chronological order. I'll be guided by what memory pops into my warped mind. If you enjoy the stories on Nifty, mine or others, I hope you'll consider making a donation to keep this wonderful site going. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html If you enjoy the stories I'd love to hear from you – crnhskrfn77@protonmailcom. If you were using my gmail address, that's no longer active. I'm also available to chat on wickr (thanks to one of my readers!) – I'm crnhskrfn77 on there. You can find my previous stories in the prolific authors section under crnhskrfn. If you want to comment on any of them, please use the email above as the email listed in those stories is no longer active. Michael Hi readers – glad you're still with me. Hope you've been enjoying the, how shall we say it, "augmented" telling of my adventures. Michael was a very cute boy that lived next door. I was in my early 50's when I knew Michael, he was 11, almost 12, at the time of this story... Like many people, my days were very long. I was usually at the office before 8 and was often there until 6 or so. By the time I ran any errands, had a drink with a friend, or any other after work activity, it would often be 12 hours later when I'd get back home. Since I lived alone, this wasn't a big deal. Well, I guess it was to my dog – he missed me. Most days if it was nice outside, I would put him outside for the day. There was a big yard for him to run around in, plenty of shade, and I of course made sure he had access to food and water. There were certainly places he could get out of the weather if a storm came up, but based on how wet he was several times when I got home, it didn't seem like he took advantage of the available shelter. The tough part was when I knew it would be stormy or really cold all day. Then I couldn't leave him out, and it made for a long day of him not being able to do his business. I decided I needed to make some arrangements to help me out with Rover. The folks next door had an 11-year-old son named Michael. He was a cute kid, I spoke with him often when he was outside, so we knew each other. I'd had a beer with his folks on the porch a couple of times. I went over and knocked on their door and Michael answered it. "Hi Robbie, what's up?" "Are your folks home?" "Sure. Come on in. Mom! Dad! Robbie is here!" Very efficient intercom system they had. His folks came out of the kitchen. "Hi Rob. What's up?" Michael started to leave the room and I called out to him. "Michael, stick around, this mainly involves you." Michael came back into the room, looking puzzled. I game him a smile and said, "Don't worry, it's nothing bad." I turned to his folks. "I think you know that I'm gone a long time during the day. I usually leave Rover outside, but if the weather turns, I can't get home to let him in. And if it's a bad day, and can't let him stay outside, that's an awfully long time for him to be cooped up." "What I was wondering is if I could hire Michael. I'd give him a key. If I need to have Michael go over and let him in or out, I can text him and he can run next door. It would be a huge help to me, and I know Rover likes Michael so that wouldn't be an issue." "Oh wow. Can I do it Dad? I'll do a good job! I love playing with Rover!" "I don't see why not champ. What do you think honey?" "I think it would be fine. He gets to help out a neighbor and learn a little responsibility." "Yipee!" "Do you want to come home with me now Michael and I'll show you what you need to do? It is all very simple really." Michael again looked to his Mom and Dad. "Can I go over now?" "Sure, go ahead." "Thanks guys, I appreciate it!" I showed Michael where Prince stayed in the house when I wasn't home, where his food was kept, and the few things he needed to know. I have to give him credit. He never once asked how much he was going to get paid. "Michael, how does $2 for every time I need you to come over sound?" "Wow, that's great. Thanks Robbie!" Secretly, I loved having this beautiful boy alone with me in my house but didn't think I could interest him in getting sexy, so I settled for a hug as he left. Since it was a warm summer day, he had no shirt on. The feel of the soft, smooth skin of his back started a stirring in my groin. It was probably best that he was leaving. The following week I texted Michael a couple of times to have him go over and check on Prince. I went over on Saturday and paid Michael $4 for coming over twice. He was thrilled with a little pocket money. That went on for several weeks, usually asking him to go over two or three times each week. One afternoon I got home early, just after noon.We'd had a staff meeting and they let us go for the day when it was over. As I pulled in the driveway, I noticed the front door ajar. I knew I had locked it before I left so could only assume someone was in the house. I slipped quietly inside and listened. I heard noise from upstairs and made my way up there. Pausing at the top of the stairs I listened again, and whoever was here was in my master bedroom. Peaking around the corner, I saw Michael. He had one of my dresser drawers open and had found a stash of cash I kept in there. He pulled a $50 bill out and I watched him put it in his pocket. He closed the drawer and turned to leave but saw me standing in the bedroom doorway. I think he nearly had a heart attack. "What's up Michael?" "I uhm, decided to come, uhm over, and uh, check on Rover. Then I thought I wonder if you have a whistle and I could use it to try and teach him some tricks." "Really. And you thought it would be ok to go through my drawers to look for that.?" "Maybe I shouldn't have. I'm sorry. I'll just go home." He tried to scoot past me, but I didn't let him. "Michael, I'm very disappointed in you." "Are you mad at me for looking for the whistle?" "Michael, stop it." "Stop what?" "Stop lying." "I'm not lying. I told you the truth." "Really? Would you like to show me what's in your pocket?" "Uh, uhm, uh, sure." He pulled his left pocket out to show it was empty. Of course, I knew he'd put the money in his right pocket. "Maybe you should pull out your right pocket Michael, since that's where you put the money." "Money, I don't know what you're talking about." "Ok Michael, must be my mistake." I could see him sigh in relief. But he wasn't relieved too long. "I tell you what. Turn out your right pocket. If there's nothing in it, I will apologize and give you a $10 bonus this week for not believing you. But, if there's, um, let's say a $50 dollar bill in your pocket, we'll go over and talk to your folks about it." He finally knew I had him dead to rights and he was out of options. "I'm sorry Michael, it will never happen again." "How much have you been stealing from me Michael?" "This is the first time. Honest!" I opened the drawer and checked the stash. I kept pretty good track of my cash, and there was another $50 and a few $20's missing, plus the $50 in his pocket right now. "Want to try again?" Now he started crying. "I'm so sorry Robbie. I'll bring the money back." "Stop crying Michael. You're too big for that. You're almost 12." He managed to stop his tears, and I grabbed a tissue from the nightstand and handed it to him. "Let's go. We'll go over and talk to your parents about this." "No! Please Robbie. Mom and Dad will kill me if they find out. Please please don't tell them." "Michael, what choice do I have? I caught you stealing from me. Committing a crime has consequences." "I don't know Robbie. My Dad will beat me for this." "Maybe a good spanking is a good idea." "That will just be the beginning. I'll get spanked, like, every day. And I'll get grounded. And probably will have to quit Little League." "Yes, those things will probably happen. But I can't punish you. I'm not your parent." "Um, maybe you could. Yeah. You could punish me, and they wouldn't' ever have to know." "I don't think that's a good idea Michael." "Really Robbie. I'll accept any punishment you give me. You can spank me. I can do chores for you. Anything." Suddenly I liked where this was going, but I needed to think about it. I think I needed to test the waters, so to speak, to see if my idea of "anything" would fly. "Ok Michael. You will do everything I tell you, right?" "Yes." "Then for starters you're going to get that spanking." "Ok." "I don't know how your parents do it, or if they've ever spanked you, but I give spanking on bare little asses." "What? No way!" "I knew this wouldn't work. Let's go talk to your parents." I turned to go. "No, wait. Um, ok, I agree." "Michael, you argued with me about the very first punishment. This will never work. Now let's go. You'll just have to face the music with your Mom and Dad." "No Robbie. No more arguments. Whatever you say goes." "Are you sure?" "Yes, you say it, I do it." I looked at the clock. It was 1PM. "What time will your parents be home?" "Mom works til 8 tonight, but dad will be home around 5 or so I guess. Why?" "Just wondering how long I have to punish you. For today." "For today? You mean there will be more?" "Michael, unless you want me to talk to your folks, you'll do whatever I say for a long time." "Um, ok I guess." "Good. Now, let's get this spanking thing done. Take off all your clothes." "Can't I just pull down the back of my shorts?" "Dammit Michael, decide right now how this is going to go. Punishment here, of MY choosing, NOT yours. Or your folks. Decide. Now!" He stood there for a moment, and then started to undress. He pulled his shorts down, then turned away from me to pull off his underwear. "Ok, I'm ready Robbie." "ALL your clothes Michael. Lose the shirt too." I saw his shoulders slump a little, then he pulled his t-shirt over his head. My delectable 12-year-old neighbor boy had just stripped naked in my bedroom. MMMMMMM. "Turn around Michael and face me." He slowly turned, holding his hands over his groin. "Move your hands Michael." "Why?" "Because I want to see ALL of you. Show me that little boy dick." Michael began to realize that punishment from me was going to be vastly different than what he'd have gotten at home. He wasn't sure if he was going to like it, but as he moved his hands, his dick began to stiffen. He thought that maybe he would enjoy his punishment, at least a little bit. I watched as Michael's dick stiffened. "Nice dick buddy." I sat down on the edge of the bed. "Come here." He moved in front of me and I pulled him over my lap, butt up where I could get at it. Without warning, I brought my hand down and gave his little ass a good slap. "Ouch. Shit, that hurt." "Did you think a spanking wouldn't hurt?" And I gave him a second swat. "Ouch!" Swat! "Ouch!" He began to squirm after the 3rd one. Swat! That one started turning his butt pink. "Ouch!" One more, for now anyway. Swat! "Ow!" I rubbed his little ass. I used both hands to rub it so I could surreptitiously spread his little cheeks and check out his pucker. There is was, pink and beautiful. I picked him up and laid him on the bed face up and sat beside him. I placed a hand on his leg about knee high. I started gently rubbing his leg, but not moving any higher, yet. "That wasn't too bad was it Michael?" "It hurt!" "It's a spanking, it's supposed to hurt." "I guess." "But you survived it. And now, we can consider more pleasurable parts of your punishment." My hand moved a little higher. "Can I get dressed now?" "No Michael. You won't need your clothes until you go home." I kept moving my hand further up his leg, rubbing gently. "I have to stay naked?" "Yes. If you got dressed it would be harder for me to do things like this." I moved my hand up and took hold of his penis which had deflated as we talked. It quickly became hard again as I stroked him. "Now doesn't that feel good?" "Uh, yeah, it does, but..." "But what? You want to go have your parents punish you? Would they make your dick feel this good?" "No of course not. That's stupid. But, um, you're not supposed to like, um, touch me there." "I know. But you won't say anything because you don't want to get in trouble for stealing. Am I right?" "Um, yeah, I guess so." "You guess so? If you're not sure, I'll just dress you and march you over to your parents." "No, I won't say anything." "Good. That means I can do this and make you feel even better." I leaned over and took his dick into my mouth. I sucked him to the root, and then moved back up and used my tongue on the head of his little boy dick. I heard moans and had him squirming. I pulled off his dick. "Like that Michael?" "God yes. Why did you stop?" "I'll do it again in a minute. But you need to see what it's like to do that." I stood up and quickly undressed. Once I was naked, he couldn't take his eyes off my 6" prick. "Go ahead and touch it Michael. Take it in your hand." He reached out tentatively and ran a couple of fingers over it. "Take hold of it." He wrapped his fingers around it. Just that simple act made me so hot. "Now, see that liquid at the tip? Lick it off." He looked at me and I just stared back. Finally, he did as he was told. I could tell from the look on his face that he wasn't a huge fan, but then an old guy's cum and precum are not nearly as sweet as a young boy's. "Take my dick in your mouth Michael but be careful not to scrape it with your teeth. In a short time, he figured out how to avoid the teeth and I instructed him how to suck and slide it in and out of his mouth. I would eventually face fuck the hell out of that sexy little mouth, but not today. I didn't let him suck me for too long – I didn't want to cum right now. I pulled out of his mouth and went back to sucking his dick. I let enough saliva leak out to wet a finger and start playing with his hole. He had started moaning immediately when I took his dick in my mouth. A finger on his ass pucker increased the volume, and the amount of squirming he was doing. But he must have liked it, he spread his legs even wider to give me all access to his sweet little body. I worked a finger into his tight hole, and that really got him vocalizing. "Oh God, oh yes. Mmmmm, feels, feels so, uh good." Since he seemed to love it, I started finger fucking his pussy in earnest, working my finger in and out as deep as it would go. I worked my way up to two and then 3 fingers and all indications from him were that he loved having my fingers being rammed into his ass. Between that and his hard dick being in my mouth, he was soon giving me his delicious boy cum. It was sweet and tasty, and I swallowed every drop of it. I pulled off his sensitive dick after making sure I'd gotten every drop he had to give. Michael lay there recovering from his orgasm and the amazing new sensations he'd been feeling for the first time. "What do you think. Have you been punished enough?" "No way. I think you need to keep punishing me," he said with a grin. "Oh, I intend to boy." I grabbed my camera. "Let's get some fun pictures to remember this by Michael." I took about 30 photos of him in all kinds of sexy positions. Most importantly, there were pictures of him with his fingers in his ass and with my dick in his mouth. Then I sat down beside him and put my arm around him. "It seems like you enjoyed the things we did today, didn't you Michael?" He blushed but agreed that he did. I hooked my phone up so we could view the pics on my computer monitor. "Wow Michael, look how sexy you look." He was grinning as we ran through the photos. "Um, you won't show those to anyone, right?" "Of course not Michael, as long as you do everything I tell you to from now on." "Like what?" "Well, first of all, you're going to bring back the money you stole from me." "Ok, I'll bring it back tomorrow." "Are your parents working tomorrow?" "Yeah, of course." "Good. I'll be staying home. Be over here at 9AM tomorrow morning. You need to be wearing jeans and a button-down shirt." "Why do I..." "Don't ask questions, just do as you're told. Something to keep in mind son. If you don't do as you're told at all times, I'll be posting the pictures we took on your school's website." "NO!" "Relax Michael. That won't happen...as long as you're a good boy and do as I tell you. Ok?" "Um, ok," he said with his eyes downcast. I put my finger under his chin and lifted his face. "Look at me Michael. Do we understand each other?" "Yes." "And are you going to talk about any of this to anyone?" "No. Not a word. Not to anyone." "Good! We'll have lots more fun. I think you're going to love it. See you tomorrow."